It’s just sometimes that the colour of your face goes
from a lovely pink to a pale sanguine,
Bright eyes angry and livid,
happy laughter meeting the sound of silence.
Familiar faces which become strangers,
They cry foul, break trust, stretch their cynical smiles.
It’s when you became the rebel,
decided to go against the stride.
You learnt a lot,
Those experiences, some fancy, some not so.
You absorbed it all, but not an ounce of that
nefarious aura seeping out.
Where does it all go?
You let it all go.
When you decide to get on with life,
Swimming with the course,
The stream is extreme,
The temperament a little cold,
It might swallow. This shallow life.
But you will be alright.
Bring the vivid colours back.
Let the sun shine outside your looking window.
And the zephyr breeze past you.
Bring the pink back on that face.
Let it shine.
-Shubhra Rishi
