Love

Love for me

Is all black or white.

For me,

It's either I love you with

All my heart and mind and soul

And all my being

I will then

Strip my soul naked in front of you

Pour every colour out of me to paint your world

Yes every colour!

The blue of the vast sky

I converse with every evening

And in return she paints me with serenity and vastness

The green of the leaves

That makes me believe in the beauty of life

And in return paints me with hope and liveliness

The yellow of the marigold

That makes me believe in

The charm of a relationship

And how each of them holds a part of us

May it be the new one, garnishing our now like a fresh flower

Or the old and lost ones, hidden somewhere inside the pages of our tiny heart

just like the treasured dry flower

The orange of the setting sun

And the scarlet sky

That depicts how we blush

Each time we meet our love

Or just at the sight or voice or thought of them

The purple of the wild flower

That reminds me

How every time bewilderment drives me crazy and hits me hard

Yet leaves me awestruck

With the beauty of the unknown lone warrior inside me

The pink of the little lilies

That render the strength behind tenderness

And makes me fight harder in the gloomy days

And the red of maa's vermilion bindi

And the crimson of the rose

In my garden

And the sanguine red of the blood

Popped in my finger

When I tried to pluck it

Tells me,

Red, is never the colour of love

But it's the colour radiated

By the thorny path with ups and downs

And the zeal to never give up

And the addictive pain and hurt accompanied with it

And the ineffable strange solace you get out of it

And the dusty brown of the sand

That reminds me to never ignore the past

And teaches me how each moment of it builds my base today,

Each good and bad!

And also the transparent water

Reminds me of the auspiciousness of being true and clean at heart

And to never get stagnant and stuck,

To accept and move forward

And to let go of things

When they no longer belong to me

Or love for me

Is dressed all in black

I will then

Wear a thick dark shield

Being distant and callous to you

Protecting all the hues I'm made of.

You will then see the pale and blurry ones

Or the deep and dark black only

Ugly, unpleasant and scary to you

But then I witnessed love

For people of my generation

And they made me feel

It's all coloured in numerous shades of grey

And you can hardly differentiate one shade from another

Yet you are so efficient to choose

Particularly which shade of grey

You wanna gift the other person,

As per your convenience

And how you are so uncertain of which shade they will reflect back!

And there I smiled a little

When they called me an old soul

And a thought passed then...

Don't we human beings torment each other at some point camouflaging it in love irrespective of its colour!