The Soulmates

By Agrima Singh

Maybe i understood it too well that yellow and green were mates

Mates like yellow marigold and green leaves

Mates like yellow and green auto carrying laughter through narrow lanes

Mates like yellow popsicle from childhood wrapped in green packets

Mates like yellow buildings and green gardens

Mates like yellow charts and green ink splayed playfully

Mates like yellow bangles and green kurta papa bought

Mates like yellow you ....

Yellow in your warmth

Yellow in the laughter you pull out from me in between the tears

Yellow in your voice asking for coffee after the night long argument on metaphors

Yellow in your stinging eyes and forced laughter on their words

And Green me....

Green in my hands cold only to be warmed by yours

Green in my tears flowing only to be kissed away by you

Green in my coffee cup filled to the brim only to be poured half in yours

Green in my voice soft only to soothe your hidden pain

Mates like yellow you whole to heal the green me broken

By Agrima Singh