Colour of my life.

Life changes its colour sometimes.

This change is good.

Good for the heart.

A heart that is healing.

Healing from the pain of the past.

A heart that actually need this change.

The change in this colour.

The colour which faded away somewhere,

and I am trying to catch it, hold it.

The colour of my life.

It was here, but I missed it.

I missed it for long.

I missed, to cherish it.

I missed it, to notice from all my sense.

As I am healing from the pain of my past.

I missed it for long.

And now, when I came know,

I have known that I needed to change, long back.

The colour of my life.

The beautiful colours of all my emotions,

All my desires and dreams,

The colour of new me, and,

The colour of my life.

- Ankita Halder