colours

Violet. 

Indigo. 

Blue. 

Green. 

Yellow. 

Orange. 

Red. 

VIBGYOR. 

 

When you first awaken

yourself off that deep, black life 

Notice a white light 

That passes through you,

Making a spectrum of you. 

So make a rainbow. 

Pick up a color and start

From the start

Or start from the end,

Try to see which way they bend 

Because light is a line

That travels straight 

And straight it will go

From earth to heaven 

The band of seven colors

Through seven layers 

To the seventh most step 

Which is your destination. 

So begin 

With Violet, the other blue 

Just not really its true hue 

Indigo has a similar story to tell

A little towards left or right

Don't surmise, be precise.

It'll all be amiss otherwise. 

Then green, like the eyes of that fish

Which swims away when you're out fishing

But it is so beautiful, that you let it go

Green, Like the water which is blue

But green, like aquamarine.

Then call yellow, that silly fellow 

Who's your best friend 

The brightest one 

in the middle of all that colorful mess

Sitting next to that darker version 

Of himself 

Who is blazing brightly

Like a hot black coal piece;

Estranged, strange. 

Orange. 

Embrace him to burn you down

And burn you do 

Again with another blue 

Suffocate to another shade 

It's only real

For only the toughest are moulded 

By that fiery orange. 

Then you turn red,

With anger

With rage

To quench

The thirst for revenge. 

At this stage, it's all red.

And red it will be then,

The color that gets you through, 

Which In its correct wavelength 

Becomes the red of the blood,

Red of the heart. 

Maybe that's why 

you see it from afar,

maybe our ruddy hearts

 need to feel,

That Crimson burn

Estranged, strange, 

From Blue to orange. 

To climb 

The last stair to heaven,

Through the red

Of the heart.

 
Rudra Joshi