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Blue

I tried to find a color that defines us,
I know you would understand why I chose blue!
The blue of the mountains and the blue of our pain,
Match the blue of the ink when we paint emotions.
Remember, you said I don't wear blue enough?
That you picture me in blue flowing Kurtis,
And I would click my tongue to feign irritation.
But, I would rummage through my wardrobe later
I never told you, you weren't dreaming
I had that blue flowing kurti which I never wore
For, I wanted you to keep dreaming.
Somedays, you would be drunk to the core
And compare me to a lifeless wall,
My pain all blue froze in my bones.
My tears, all blue, trailed through powdered cheeks.
You know, blue found us,
When the world was obsessed with black and white.
It found me staring at the blue sky
And you, at the blue of my dupatta.
Remember, you had lost my 'piccachu',
Ah, I had next made you one in blue.
The tiny red dots of its cheeks fought when I painted
But, it was our world, to be gay blue could replace yellow.
The smudged ink letters at the attendance register,
Was what I checked before I wrote mine.
Your words, my favourite always came in blue.
You wore a shade of blue, the last time I saw you.
When I have blue of this ink to talk to you,
May blue keep being our color.

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