Void Thoughts

Colors of My Life –

Tints of grey stalked me all along, but I knew I couldn’t fall in love with the color that remained a stalker of my life.

Black and white, however, remained my friends in the background. They too, were far from coloring my life in their hues. Neither unfortunate nor favored, leaving no room for regrets.

Blues, pinks, reds, yellows, greens, and their many shades found their way myriad times in my life.

What’s the color of my life? I’m not clear, though.

Colors of Love – Colors of My Love? –

Love, and the many hues it’s shone with. Love, never constrained within the red, purple, and pink palettes, inked in all colors, emboldened in gold.

The colors of love were one but many, for many. But for me, the colors of love were many but one bleeding together.

Unable to distinguish, yet simple when identified, the essence of love in all seasons.

Colors of my life, colors of my love –

Blending together, illustrating the emotions of life in irresistible colors. Never shying away. Never fading. Never failing to light up my life.

A holy grail.

A messy desk, where the paints and the palettes live, a messy canvas as the ideas took their form, and often, a blank canvas before the real artwork emerged.

Do you see the colors of life, of love?

© Vinitha Dileep

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I am writing at the BAR for the prompt If Love was a colour what would it be?

This prose poem piece is written in response to the one hundred and eighty eighth edition of Fiction Monday inspired by the word prompt – COLOR hosted by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell.

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