The promising red color doesn’t amuse her.
It reminds her of the love she never had
It reminds her of the vermilion which never lasted and took only some months to fade away
The lively green fails to inject the essence of life in her
It infuses envy towards the blissful soul
It reminds her of the shattered bangles
The cheerful purple does not bring a smile to her face
Now it reminds her of the withered flower in the book she long stopped reading
It reminds her of the lonely hues before the darkest night ‘
The enigmatic yellow does not create vigor anymore
It has ceased to give the warmth it promises
It has faded to be the unaided walls of the desolated room
The Tranquil blue does not part its peace anymore
Its Filled with turmoil , chaos and tumult
Its changed to poison creating confusion
All is left is black and white
the darkest of days, the shimmery nights
the white reflecting all the shades
and the black engulfing all.
-Roy
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