By Anisha Gupta
Neela Rang (Blue Colour)
I mulched my dreams into a cerulean hue,
Picked the fragile-mirrored foam like berries from the sky.
Crushed, into the mortar with pestle and pea butterfly.
- Incomplete dreams
Laal Rang (Red Colour)
A palm-sized thornbush grows in our verandah crack, I was a kid back at 5.
Tracing the generational upheaval in my blood lines.
Brushing the cheek on the floor to find myself adjacent to the bush.
I chewed my only world, pricking my mouth to a garnet lush.
- Swallowed trauma down the line
Hara Rang (Green Colour)
The more sunlight I started seeking,
Them the seedlings sprouted on the home in me,
And the days it rained red a little bit too much,
I let my skin sink in bed,
Some limelight plants drowned in me- coloured my mind in green dread.
- Like periods like moods
Peela Rang (Yellow Colour)
I gave a side-eye hanging on the wobbly railings,
To my mother jerking my pale cousins off them.
I was drenched in sweat from all that hate; I mean heat.
She left me pulling up the bar,
Just so I could learn some lessons,
And forbid bruising my body of turmeric sins.
-White clothes on the line
Gulabi Rang (Pink Colour)
He planted a kiss on my cheeks
While juicing the cherry in his left palm.
A turn of pale blue flush on his face,
As I rubbed a healthy relation on his wounds;
He took my forever leave with a smoothie bowl in his hands.
He cracked open my cheeks pouring out blush-a souvenir from his fangs.
- His Mischievous love
By Anisha Gupta
Amazing