Grey clouds hovering all over ,
Not those green forests or the seasons of colourful spring to remember ;

How did I forget ?
Oh wait I do recall ,
But all of those colourful flowers , beautiful vases were well kept and preserved;

Oh the golden sunflowers and fresh leaves covered with dew and mist ,
Did they wither away ?
They ask when was it watered last,
I dont know for I tend to forget with ease;

Oh I don't see those fireflies at night!
Now It's just the giant black engulfing the moon with all its might,
But they say no storm ever touched the sky;

Oh what about the constellation of glitter,
They say the stars still shine,
But i fail to see them clear with open eyes,
I wonder why ;

They ask me about happy memories,
Sure that brings a smile ,
Alas it doesn't last for all the good days are in the past I claim ;

Dazed, blurry and foggy thoughts well reside,
But what about the happy doses of past ?
Tried hopping in to the good old days but its just the grays and black my iris chases,
Did the rainbow cease to exist ?

Is my brain fogged with layers of grey, black and deep charcoal ?
Hiding the reds purples pinks and yellows deep inside ,
They say clear the fog,
I try and try;
In the end i find solace in the greys and blacks;

And i ask them,
Where can i find the starlit sky?
Where can i see that colourful vase?
Where can i get those lillies, sunflowers and bluebells?
Where can I cherish those old photos and sweet past?

They come back to me and make me see the flowers, vase and starlit blue above,
I cant see any of it,
I wonder why;
I wonder why;!

© SreelekhaBose