world's color

“He’s the black that goes with every color”

Said his mom who didn’t seem pleased.

All the reds within her has boiled,

 as if she’s engulfed the ball of fire.

Bold and keen enough to foresee.

As every corner has darkened, supposedly inked.

 

Disguises and camouflages, obscuring the blues  

All that shows up are the frail and withered truths.

While all the carbon coated breathes get in  

Thirsty soul longs for the greens and the pinks.

 

“I dreamt  him swimming in a pool of watercolors”

Said his mom looking at the sky, white and blue.

gratified in her yellow sari, holding the moon.

plucking all the browns within the greens she witnesses,

she laments over her child, eating up all the roots.

Faded world, drowning in emotional hues

Roaring in vain, she emerges,

Desperately, in an attempt to tint,

As every corner has darkened , supposedly inked.