SHADES
T his year has been both the best and
worst of years. If I had to colour palette
this year, it would have every single
colour. It would have robin egg blue for
the fragile peace I found in ivory sand
beaches, for the subtle joys in the
smallest things, for hope and love and
good things that turned up when I was
lost. It would have slate grey for the
nights I stayed up, bitter prayers on my
tongue, rivers of silent tears streaking
my face.
It would have bright vermillion for the
irrational way my anger flares up when
I’m upset, for the irony in this world,
for my poetry and my fingers that drip
blood onto curled yellow pages.
It would have jade green for my
insatiable jealousy, for the prettiest of
fields that dotted the landscape on the
way to the town where my heart lives,
for the moss lining the walls and rocks
and every little thing my eyes could
see,It would have white, for a numb,
frozen heart, for blank papers, and
emotionless words. And, it would have
a splatter of yellow.
For the pressed flowers, and the
fulfilling of 3 am promises, for the most
beautiful souls, with tempered glass
hearts and cracks that are filled with the
sweltering gold of raw humaneness, for
the friends I’m ending this year with, for
the happiness that is slowly finding a
permanent home in the things I love the
most, for the loud waves, and rolling
clouds over a golden Marina, for fairy
lights and photo-shoots, for heart
wrenching conversations and for the
nostalgic heaviness that is weighing
down my heart, and the faith that this
year will be better.
VARSHA R
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