Colours of Love
When your thoughts come to my mind,
I take them one at a time, carefully picking them as a child collects the pebbles on the seashore.
I have chosen colours for each and allow them
to paint my mind against a verdure landscape and linger there until the picture immortalises and becomes an eternity.
These thoughts of yours are powerful, they rule over my mind and eat a part of me leaving me in shreds until I collect them and make a collage, a new one that brings memories alive.
Red is the colour, I have chosen, when my heart and my body ache to embrace and entangle with you.
Pink is the colour to remember the moment when I fell for you after many struggles and denials.
White to make truce with you when I feel
your silence disrupting my inner peace.
Yellow to remember the time when you awaited for my messages and calls with bated breath
and purple to feel the emotional outbursts again.
But of all these colours, I love the yellow,
for I want to relive the moments when my
presence will make you wanting me more.
Colours! They paint the walls of my mind every moment and blur with the tears of my eyes.
Prasupta Roy
I take them one at a time, carefully picking them as a child collects the pebbles on the seashore.
I have chosen colours for each and allow them
to paint my mind against a verdure landscape and linger there until the picture immortalises and becomes an eternity.
These thoughts of yours are powerful, they rule over my mind and eat a part of me leaving me in shreds until I collect them and make a collage, a new one that brings memories alive.
Red is the colour, I have chosen, when my heart and my body ache to embrace and entangle with you.
Pink is the colour to remember the moment when I fell for you after many struggles and denials.
White to make truce with you when I feel
your silence disrupting my inner peace.
Yellow to remember the time when you awaited for my messages and calls with bated breath
and purple to feel the emotional outbursts again.
But of all these colours, I love the yellow,
for I want to relive the moments when my
presence will make you wanting me more.
Colours! They paint the walls of my mind every moment and blur with the tears of my eyes.
Prasupta Roy