Colors of love are bountiful
They don't fade away.
Rather, with the passage of time
They become the key to our book of memories.
The silver glimmer of his eyes
When he proposed her decades back;
She finds it in the shimmering stars today
The color opens her book of memories.
The delicate pink of her cheeks
When she shyly read his first love letter to her;
He finds it in the twilight sky today
The color opens his book of memories.
With every single color,
An enamored memory is associated.
Be it her black kohl-lined eyes,
Or the lilac shirt she gifted him;
There is a story that every color whisper
To the people who are in love
Year after year.
The same colors reflect in other objects
Be it in the black, monsoon clouds
Sheathing the pretty moon,
Or in the blooming of flowers
On a bright, spring morning.
The colors tug at our heart strings
Opening the book of our memories.
Linking my poem on Colors with Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Colors