Colour-Blind

For a man who sees everything
As brown and grey
It must be quite odd to have a woman
Who sees a world full of colours

The difference between burnt sienna
And the burnt amber
The cobalt and the ultramarine
To the turquoise-aquamarine

But what would it all be to a man
Who's vision is all monochrome
Who's poem is one he reads alone
Who's heart is nothing but forlorn

His world of monochromes
What use to him is a rainbow
Meaning of bright blue eyes
Or rosy pink lips

What hue is the sky?
And many million shades of green.
Does gold tempt him?
Or blood disgust him?

What shade is his envy?
How dark is his temper?
How dull is a moment?
How sparkling is his wine?

I could never tell for I only saw him
As perfect as it would get
Through my rose tinted glasses
Or so they said

My lover of monochromes
Our love story of monotones

Heartbreaks Are Strange

Heartbreaks are strange
Sometimes they don't even give you
Enough time to wallow in their depths

As if everything starts rushing just then
No-one stops to hear
No-one stops to care
The person who you need the most
Becomes hearing impaired

All that was spring
Is now cold winter
All that was green
Has dried and fallen

Time stops and lovers leave
Needles in your heart are buried deep

All that you knew
Is far from what it used to be
Whatever was the truth
Is just the crust of what's true

Heartbreaks are strange
Sometimes they don't even give you
Enough time to sit and stare

The moments that mattered the most
The love, your life depended on
The touch you woke upto
The soul that belonged to you

As if everything starts rushing just then
No-one stops to hear
No-one stops to care
The person who you need the most
Becomes hearing impaired

You fall into the cracks of the earth
And those crack close on you
You breath your last few
And prepare to be dead

Time stops and lovers leave
Needles in your heart are buried deep