The sky was blue.
The heaven kinda blue.
It was like a clean piece of handkerchief that mommy gave me every morning while i rushed for school.
It was fresh, it smelled of happiness and joy and everything lovely.
But then you know everyone has colours, some of them being darker than others.
And the next day it was red,
Or maybe i thought it was.
It looked so wrathful and furious and mad,
That i swayed my head away,
But i could still see those orange rays peeping through my hair to catch my gaze.
And then i closed my eyes in dismay,
Dismay that it might blind me.
And tonight it’s black.
Dreadful black, I’d say
So dark yet I can see gloomliness, rejection and sickness finding it’s way.
And death taking souls away.
They are mere colours you’d say. But, they define my feelings everyday.
-Nupur Dua
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