POETRY

Everything You Touch Turns Gold

A poem about colors and heartbreak.

With joy in your eyes and warmth in your words, everything you touch turns gold and everything you break — stays grey forever, Or so i believed.

I believed that the grey is here to stay, to stay and make a permanent home in me, to comfort me when the gold withdraws itself, to remind me that grey is neutral, grey is cool, grey is okay, grey is anything but dull, but boring, but vile.

to match the grey smoke outside, to sync with the grey clouds of grief, till the next color drips on me, till i let the next color rip this home apart.

yellow, I’d prefer next it is the closest match to gold.

©Arundhati Thakur 2020 Thank you for reading! :) If you enjoyed this one, you might like :