The Color Tale

Six years back it was all white

In the next season's fall, it was merry

The October sky was crimson

Vigor nudged life every second

Making it red, as life blushed

Love infused into life for the umpteenth time

I was always the receiver and not the giver

I was still pale yellow, oblivious of syndromes

Unperturbed by the plan of time

Finally it occurred to me

I felt the blues and vibrant indigo all around

It pleasured my core

And here I was, bit more blessed

I caressed, loved and respected her moves

And scribbled her name in every cell of my heart

It indeed was deeper than blood red or the luring turquoise

Inexplicable and more pure than the pristine ivory

It was a rough day

The August sky grew darker than black

We stood in the same room

And the earth split suddenly separating our existences

The seasons kept on changing colors

She now sees the violets and pinks in some distant land

I still see her in all the blacks and whites

Only for a fact that life has made me color blind