Through the eyes of a White Crayon

Hi friends ….Today while cleaning drawers I found single, unused white crayon in empty box  so thought of writing down its emotions on pape. Hope you like it.

Disclaimer- I am not sad or emotional writer, love happy stories, happy endings 😊.  I like all colours including white.

Through the eyes of a White Crayon

I am unique,divine & proud of my purity,
My 11 friends  who were my reflection but having different identity,
Spreading colour was only our purpose
Excited in that confined box no idea about outside world

 

One day door of our destiny opened by tiny fingers
My friends were picked one by one
Outside giggles made me more anxious
I left alone, waiting for my turn

 

My friends returned but not my reflections,
They were broken,  peeled & thrashed
But all happy as their purpose was served
Days passed I stood alone, sad & untouched

 

After many days I was suddenly picked up,
Saw my friends imprints on
papers,walls & minds
Horrified when I was thrown out of window,
took my last breath & left permanent mark on the road.

 

 

©2017 Bhavana Colourfulcanvas, All Rights Reserved.

59 Comments

  1. Wow Bhavana, your blogs are really awesome and this one is so insightful 😊. I loved the title of this post so much !! Have a nice day ahead 😇

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    1. Thanks for your kind words…everyone has a different interpretation & I liked yours…girls feelings so true….filled with so many emotions…and we girls are full of life , spreading colours everywhere.

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  2. My white crayon is the only one out of my newest box… removed this weekend so that my boyfriend could use it for truck work. Sometimes, white crayons get to have all the fun! Just not often. This post made me smile. Thanks for checking out my blog and inspiring me to find yours. All the best!

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  3. Nice. Even when I was a kid I used to womder why they keep white crayon when I can’t do anything with it in my white drawing book. My white crayon also would have had similar feeling of that one tou found😬

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    1. Congrats Yuvi…Wish you many more awards. So glad to know more about you . Keep posting, would love to read more about your passion. Thanks a lot for nominating me. Double excited as  It’s  second nomination  for me in a week. I’m honored. I’ ll get to it asap.

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  4. Amazing, I never thought about the feeling of a white crayon .. I just always complain to manufacturers in my head that why they made white crayon- I am guilty today after reading ur post that I never think about his feelings 🙁😭😩😪your creative post made me super emotional about it.. thank you so much for talking for it😢😢..I just love ❤️ the way you wrote about its feelings , it’s short and sweet ..I can’t read long writings that plus for me– if you don’t mind can I share your post on my page so my friends can read this lovely post❤️❤️from now on I will have my son to use the white crayon first 🌹🌹

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    1. Thanks for interpreting it so nicely…I’m glad you could relate to it & feel it. White crayon can be used in many ways & now onwards it won’t be neglected 😃😃. Yes dear, you can share it , My pleasure.

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  5. Ah the nostalgic white crayon – I’ll definitely always cherish the memories I had of it in my crayon box when I was small. Thanks for sharing such a lovely post! Looking forward to your next one 🙂

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  6. True! I am sure this poem brought back memories of childhood not just for me, but for everyone who read it. 🙂 It made me smile to remember the days I used to make effort to use that untouched white crayon. It always disturbed me how that was the least used crayon.

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