Her Favourite Colour Poem by Soumili Karmakar

Refreshing hues of blue she wore;
Her favourite colour, which she adore.
Blues were for the skies and seas,
Still she loved the colour of the morning trees.
Skies were worshipped by woods;
As, it was the master and god of light and water for their emerald hues.
Walking through the distant place;
The soil had a freshening scent,
Though her home was without the fence,
Still she managed to keep her four cranes;
Sweet and safe at the plains.
Lighting those dark night skies by stars:
Whereas, one falling was taken as Amorous Arts.
She did her best as she could;
She gave her rest to the world,
As, here I include.
Our destiny crossed paths,
And we held our arms tight as fast.
Our roots were strong in all the seasons,
She knew I had my eyes on her for every reasons.
Our eyes caught a million little details,
Which were left unsaid.
Our beliefs were alike, our dreams were too-
The mountains we wished to visit,
The first chocolate we shared with the few,
The lie, I told just to have a couple of conversations unfold to you.
The first walk on the stairs together and then balancing not to fall on one another;
Led a mould of her shape in my loving heart.
The call that came, the whistling of nightjars in vain wondered too by flocking their wings.
You see?
‘The first', which I wrote is for ‘Her', that bore.
I hope she could hear a bit, after allowing me to read.
The air was travelling from the Himalayas
accompanied by clouds, and lullabies of nightjars singing each notes gracefully for us.
Calm, she was in her every word.
All I do recall is -
The kindness on her face,
The smile that sweetened every sunset,
The soul that waited every night for the sun to rise,
And a home of mine was found in her bright eyes.