COLORS OF LIFE!
I saw the YELLOW lights
When I awoke from my slumber deep.
The YELLOW sun followed me everywhere,
Until I fell asleep.
I called the sky my friend,
As I ruled its endless BLUE.
Even on the rainy days,
I could play in the puddles too.
The grass is where I sat,
When I am done with the play.
Its GREEN accompanied my lessons,
Up until high-school days.
Then I became to old for games,
As life became not so fun.
After several different broken hearts,
I found the right RED one.
My suit then, all GRAY and tight,
Accompanied me for such quests.
Where after I ended up so tired,
I wouldn't have exist if i did not rest.
But that too went away,
At least for some hustling years.
'Cause I then had to provide for,
My little new PINK dear.
After what felt like ages-
Of turns, all up and down;
I prevailed down the BROWN paths,
Reached the end safe and sound.
With every ORANGE dawn and dusk,
I saw my dear girl grow big and tall,
And followed her tiny steps and strides,
Until could not follow at all.
Then with my wife, RED and lovely still,
Yet all aged with time,
I spent hours talking and walking,
Until I could walk all fine.
When I could not move no more,
My dear girl brought her son.
And lil' VIOLET and his PURPLE dad,
Became more memories fun.
All up until this very day,
When everyone's all dressed in BLACK.
They followed me hand in hand,
Despite all that I lack.
So I keep reminiscing these thoughts,
And wait for the sun and rain.
Until the WHITE light catches me,
And sends me back again.
@wIthpeACE
Truly beautiful. I loved how the narrative of colours is punctuated so poignantly. An entire lifetime described in such a fantastical and yet relatable way. It was a delight being taken through the various emotions as we follow the narrator, all the stages and vagaries of life until you gift us with such an ambiguously uplifting final couplet. A joy to read.
@BastionKnight
Thanks, Knight! Your words are always appreciated.^^
@wIthpeACE What a beautiful and thoughtful poem! The way it uses colours to trace the arc of a life—from the yellow warmth of youth to the quiet finality of black—is deeply moving. There’s a lovely, almost nostalgic feel to how each stage is marked, like a painter slowly filling a canvas with life’s experiences. But then, there’s the twist at the end, where the white light beckons, hinting that even after everything, there's something more—perhaps a new beginning, or a peaceful end, that we can only imagine.
@azurePond
Ayy! I am glad you caught all that. Thanks for you words, Azure!
