Kaleidoscopic movements in a confused life,
Random numerous colors in rife,
Endemic and Rampant ethereally vague,
Dyed and smothered in a maze.
We Met, We Left, We Forgot, We Dredge,
All colors infused, Confound and Edged.
Diverse yet rugged run of mill,
Synergy afresh from every will.
Orange, Red, Yellow, Green, Blue, Violet,
We hanged out and cherished in sync,
Sublimed in one, friendship was the chord,
Condoned the difference without a thought.
Recollecting those Orange expressionists,
The inventive creative the LOYALISTS,
Witless devoid of humor, tricky to joke with,
Yet optimistically supportive up to the hilt.
They were the Violets those charming artists,
Preserved in there perfect world,
Flowing and contemplating with abused speeches,
Wildly stimulating, living on impulses.
Who forgets those Indigo and Blues bemused?
Even Gods got jealous of the cynosure coveted,
Love, Harmony, Peace and Honesty,
whose hearts deep as sea, full of tranquility.
Accolade to the Greens, the socialites,
Blabbering and driveling with those smiles,
Breaking the ice, with oomph and mirthful current,
Connecting and harmonizing with those varied accents.
Etched in the memories are those Black and Greyites,
Darkness assuming egos overight,
Shades of Sinful, dark, jealousy, evil and hatred,
Slimy worms wiggling to be the head.
Last the Puritans Yellow, those sublimes and mellow,
Humor rocking, balancing the lines,
Power and Reasons with an indulgence in wit,
Abundance of joy, love and trustful signs.
Traveling down the memoirs of life,
I watch colors now only in black and white,
Those were the days, those were the moments,
Beauty of memories, colors in fragments.
