Colours of Henna

Colours of Henna

Just like the colours of henna, even I had different shades.

Saw various dreams, and each dream had your presence.

Now my pen’s ink is slowly fading.

Maybe the pages of the book containing my love story were too less.

Whenever my heart mentioned you.

Again my pen healed my old wound.

Now even the medicine has started to lose its effect.

Where is the light? When will the morning come to me?

Now that my pen has started crying.

The night slept while trying to lull me to sleep.

Why are the stars sad?

Even the moonlight started crying listening to my story.

That boat that is being dragged in the storm.

How do I justify my entity on paper?

Now that there are just thorns in my way,

How do I find my life amongst flowers?

How do I explain my heartbeats?

How do I get my reflection on the mirror of your heart?

If I send a message, how do I sent it?

From where should I bring those paper and pen?

My enthusiasm is now tired and sleepy.

Now that you are not there with me.

The walls of my life feel empty.

                                           My lap does not have the colours of happiness.

                                                                     Vishal Kaushal

This is my first book of poetry. I am trying to portray my thoughts on paper with the help of my poems. Time passed, looks changed, thoughts changed, met new people, made new friends, and some people I still remember and some people who still remember me.
           
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