Of the Pink Phase and the Core.

Seems eternal, 
Every time.
But soon enough,
Off goes the prime.

The Pink Phase,
Of a new project,
Of a new relationship,
Of a new event.

Past the pink lustre,
The Self remains,
Without a single absence,
The core sustains.

The core,
Which was ignored,
While gliding speedily across,
The pink road.

The core which again,
Begins preparation,
For a permanent pink phase,
Through a pink concentration.

Shraddha
07.03.2014