Colours

‘We are supposed to
create our own stories.
Look what are we doing,
we are letting others to
create stories
with us being part of them’,
I wanted to establish
the philosophical context
of our time-space.
She was but looking at
the west
as the sun started to set.
Intrigued by her calmness,
I too set my vision
on the western sky
and drowned into those
endless shades.
Restoring myself in a while,
I started collecting
some of the colours in my eyes.
She looked at me with a question.
‘Collecting some for you’,
I responded.
‘Spread them on me’,
she said.
And I did exactly what she said,
just to see the colours becoming
more colourful.
As the sky became darker,
all the bright and not-so-bright stars
started staring at us
and kept on wondering about
those two missing stars
from among them.

– Manikandan

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