Colours Poem by Sanu Kumar Jha

Life is a way, painted with emotions,
Emotions that have colours—vividly they glow.
Painted by the Artist, so great is his craft,
Life's but a canvas, brushing is its heart.
Sketches so nostalgic—black and white,
Evokes an emotion just through the sight.
Everyone gets a colour, set to his life,
Shades of it—eventually they decide.

Red—in an instant does it convey the manner,
Passion and love, but above all blood.
Blue—an evening in the willow forest, under the sky,
So calm, so brave, yet something hidden lies.
Yellow—glorious it is, kingly and princely
Are its motion, seen in the sun, nature and emotions.
Orange—so energetic and rich are its preparation,
The creator of chaos, ready to dive.
Brown—the smell of the furnitures in the room,
Emits the spirit of an old age groom.
Purple—it whispers secrets of the life,
Few only capture the luxuries that apply.
Green—it heals the incurable nature,
Majestic is its growth, its breath—our bodies.
White—light and bright are its vision,
Innocent and pure but gentle—the breeze it blows.
Black—the unknown, the night, the world at the moment,
Endless are its depths, 'abyss or void, ' they say.

But most beautiful of all is the beloved rainbow,
A covenant that fills the silence with its echo.
So are the colours that we can't perceive,
Lively on their own—imaginations and dreams.
Colours are a part of life and death,
Even graves get painted—nature takes place.
Flowers of earth, colours of the divine,
Heart of man has a darkish but contradictory shine.
Unknownable and so limited is our time,
Who doesn't wish to take colours that would rhyme?