Theory Of Colours

Cause I always wonder 
there is someone who never left 
He smiled with orange chunks 
and told me not always to feel that red
There are shades in every story 
and every  colour has its own theory.

He be so white and blue 
telling not every time its true 
The blue keeps on deepening 
as I move more close
Every time to find that truth 
I move close to it 
Its blue,sea blue,oceanic blue
moving,moving,as I stop 
It turns itself black  
the white remains the white 
becomes shiny in fact.
Another theory of white and black 
he tells me as I move.
The black is then the colour of night 
but white is pure and true.

The thunder lust 
Then wetting the crust 
I see that grey beard loon 
He say it is again not real 
the mixture of truth and lie 
he did mistakes and in regret 
Its so natural to cry !

In the summers dress 
when I manage to see 
I wonder where are those orange chunks 
He says as if some jolly man 
life is  not how constant you remain 
He laughs and shows his purple chunks 
That day I got an answer to why 
live a life like the king sky !

                                        - Nandini Sharma