By Ritika Ahuja
How do you explain navy blue tinged with angry red to someone who’s only seen sunny yellows, lilac and pink of the Bollenstreek?
Every hue boasts of a nomadic expanse, sometimes a lazy, innocuous smile; somedays a virulent streak of anger and passion.
People have stood as a kaleidoscope of memories,
Fleeting moments of periwinkle happiness, like chasing a butterfly through the flowers,
Panicked blues leaving me washed up on shores like a child lost.
Weathered by life like trees in a forest, painted a lush verdure green and a bulwark of hickory brown,
Taupe doors enclose spaces, yet rage flows uncontained, spilling out of the damn doors!
Tinctured caprices lending color to an otherwise monochromatic life.
A borrowing of the burst of Aureolin to cure the seasonal blues.
Vantablack, a void, the poison of loneliness if misfortune befalls upon you or Vantablack, the color of your eyes and the cosmos, hiding away swirling galaxies of emotions to look into and make unerring declarations of doting and adoration.
And as the curtain falls on your life, you fade into the cosmos, no longer caressed by a smidgeon of color,
Maybe in the afterlife, we will meet in the tulip field at dusk and you will finally know the vexation of red against the backdrop of tranquility, the best and worst coming together and you might just laugh off this verse as malarkey.
This is beautiful riti❤️
Woooowwww simply amazing….excellent…keep shining 🎉
So amazing!
fantastic use of colors and nature to express emotions!
come up with more please