Color ..in me

 

There is a color that has always been with me..

Was part of my school uniform and thus how I was seen..

Was the color of ‘compromise’, and ‘no-say’..

It was so called the ‘mid way’ or just dull ‘grey’..

 

I hated it growing up, but didn’t realize it grew on me..

Every dress, top or saree, I picked, was a shade of this damn grey..

Extremes of black and white from a distance I could now see…

Willing to let go, diplomatic and in-decisive I turned out to be..

 

It followed me in the life I painted for myself to be in ..

A palette of varied colors externally, but a tone of grey within..

I had the green and red in the garden I planted for myself..

But the walls were reflecting the monochrome of concrete within…

 

I travelled long distances in fancy cars and flights...

Memories etched in passport pages and corners of my mind..

They were swift and plenty like the grey skies that took me there..

I saw so much, but nothing remained with me for here..

 

Now I yearn for the yellow, pink, brown and green..

The colors that each have a longing characteristic to be seen..

I look out for the sunbird, the kingfisher and the twilight zone..

But all I see are the grey pigeons, crows and the smog filled tone..

 

I believe every color has an energy sown in me somewhere...

Like the leaves and flowers that are a part of the big tree there..

Landing at night only to be swept off by someone on the grey street..  

There’s only one color that will always be with me…