This poem is the third in a series of three poem.
A mood, a form, a colour, a theme
Made from two other such – a secondary
You look around frantically,
And it’s all an amalgamation of colours
Why do they do they bother with colours if it’s different everywhere?
Are we different everywhere-
As an enveloping whole;
You close your eyes to experience the colour you become as you hold her
The soft strokes of a brush that gently mingle
A little smooth, a little messy,
Leaving out bits and taking in pieces
Purple is regal
You wear a crown, and bask in glory
Elegant, too elegant;
As the world around you crashes and burns
Your kingdom thrives in its midst;
But you too are down on your knees
Holding on to her – to keep your crown
Royalty is quite subjective;
Everything is when you want it to be
Purple is what the world can see
But honey, colours do deceive.
© Drishti Soni, 2017. All Rights Reserved.
Art by Saniya Kulkarni thank you so much