Yellow

Pure like a drop of dazzling gold,

Yellow is the sunlight that brushes against

My closed eyes and my waiting heart

Soon deep within my soul

Hears the buzzing of warm bliss

I open my eyes and look up above,

Twirl in the swirl of green velvet under

My arms outstretched and my fingers want

To embrace the soft yellow gossamer

Streaming from the skies above

My horizons lit with this new colour

I feel my feet brazenly approach

A bouquet of sweet little daisies

They chuckle as my toes tickle them

Those moments I scoop and save;

To stir with the ones I gather  

From the next new colour

Green

Resplendent with bloom,
is the newly spun sapling
nestled secretly in the sea of spring

I suddenly see green...


Green in the embroidery I walk on
Green the hedges that spell my vicinity
Green becomes the breeze with lemon basil
Green the halo at the lip of every leaf

I see green...

Green in the crawl of a caterpillar
Green the dust that floats on morning dew
Green is the olive shaped heart of the zinnia
Green is the mystery of this pristine view

Green is the hue of possibility
Awakens me to take in the beauty
Of the sheen that this newness beckons
Promising the joy of a new evolution

I keep an eye on the horizon...

Blue

Blue is the colour of my soul

Blue is the colour of my heart-beat

The day as it goes, does let repeat

The mindless thoughts

About sundry and you

Blue colour washes my eyes

As drops of salty-blueness slip my throat,

But as I heed to the randomness

Of my skipping pulse,

My soul smiles at me from inside

At the jest that is life.

The smile reaches my heart

Giving it a new life

It begins to smile back

At its oblivion of other colours around

It grows and glows

Sees the blueness fade away

Ushering an era of warmer hues

Indigo

This maze is full of surprises

Each time I set foot in it…

On its walls, it disguises

A map that talks to me…

This map tells me where I began

And tells me how I came upon this post

It tells me of that careless journey

Which promised me the world and more…

Oh, and doesn’t shy away from telling

All of which I avoid or abhor…

How in the abhorrence lies, I discover,

My quest for something that I loved…

How in the avoidance lies, I nod,

My quest for all that I desired and believed…

This map on the wall lies, I say

This map on the wall cries, I hear,

It lies of my follies, of my conjecture

Of my nightmares and of those abuses….

It cries of my blunders, my naivety,

The disillusions and the bruises…

Violet

And then, thinking of you today

I followed the maze of past

And there you were, sitting across from me,

How I wanted it to last...

But this time the confession I heard,

Was turning to a plea,

A plea unto you

A plea unto myself

A plea that begs our cocoons to crumble

Crumble under the feet of time

And mingle with the sands of this space

The sand, I heard my prayer say,

Might then mould itself in a fortress

Around our freshly bared souls

To restrain their escape from this unity

And the notion of that unity, struck me with the truth

Almost as if I walked into a wall of that maze

A maze where I left some question,

some exclamation and then some random punctuation…

The same maze, which somehow knows how to find me

And shows me the way to find you…