Hues to adon you with

By Malavika Rudrakumar

If my favourite colour were a person,

They would be a sunshine yellow.

The burst of lively flavour I seek,

Filled with fun and frolic.

Akin to Wordsworth’s invaluable daffodils,

Glowing in the midst of hidden misery.

If my favourite colour were a person,

They would be a crimson red.

Sweet as a rose, sharp as a thorn.

Unabashedly unapologetic.

Strength shining through their hearts,

But insecurities sink deeper than before.

If my favourite colour were a person,

They would be a bright pink.

Playful, yet intuitive in charm,

Compassion that find many at bay.

Pity as we may, for their tranquillity

Cannot transcend one’s own turmoil.

If my favourite colour were a person,

They would be a royal purple.

Fierce though calm, a dangerous rendezvous.

Oozing confidence with subtle nobility.

Alas the extravagance cannot mask the pain;

Weeping in the woes of their wounds.

If my favourite colour were a person,

They would be a refreshing blue,

Sincere, stable and sensitive,

Wisdom like an owl of many flights.

Though the looming darkness in their eyes,

Tell a tale of bygone misfortunes.

If my favourite colour were a person,

They would be a lush green.

Like the fertile lands of hope and new,

Growth intertwined with harmony,

Yet the face as fresh as morning dew,

Sheds tears in sweet slumber.

If my favourite colour were a person,

I’d paint a brilliant hue,

with every stroke of the brush,

an emotion repressed, supressed, expressed.

Flamboyant yet muted,

A masterpiece of vehemence.

So, you see my friend,

No one colour could do justice,

To the triumph and the falls,

The moments of quiet and bold,

The believers of revolution and the old,

To the makes and breaks of what it means

To be human after all.

By Malavika Rudrakumar