Gazing at the clear blue sky,
with hope in my eyes,
I took his hand in mine, and
sealed his love
with a dainty red line.
Gradually, the line faded.
Or rather, it was shrouded
by several others,
each bigger and deeper
than the other.
Red switched to crimson, then maroon.
Soon, got weary and changed its tune.
Now, it wears shades of blue, until
it turns into a hopeless, forgotten hue.
Vows taken by the yellow fire,
momentarily evoked his ardent desire
that grew even more vivid,
with every glass he poured
of the golden liquid.
Still, it didn’t drown his fury,
whenever I cried, “NO”, or
profusely said, “I am Sorry!”
At times, we did cherish
some orange sunsets together.
But, they never came
with a promise to last forever.
Now, there is only a small tinge remaining,
beneath the dying embers, slowly greying.
The sky was grey all along,
the dove was singing the same song.
Yet, I kept waiting
for the stormy rain to pass,
desperately hoping
for clear skies and greener grass.
I knew it was leading nowhere;
the pain becoming too much to bear.
Then, why did I hold on in the first place,
when there was nothing left to chase?
Time had come, for me to end it all;
to break all chains and demolish the wall.
Time to let myself see the light, and
paint my life’s canvas with, colours of white.