Purple Rouge

Purple!

What’s so beautiful?

In this!

Neither mine,

Nor the color,

Of anything,

I ever had!

Neither mesmerizing,

Nor the color,

Of anything,

That I have dreamt of!

Bold!

Jarring!

Crude!

A color!

With no melody,

In it’s hitherto,

Pigments!

Still so close to me,

It is the color

Of the only Sparkle!

I had touched once.

A sparkle in My eyes,

Seen as a double

In yours!

I still,

Remember!

It’s your favorite,

For no rhyme and reason.

And I willingly,

Carry this color.

In my eyes,

Even when you are gone.

The beaded neck-piece,

The messy stilettos,

The flashy loops,

The kitschy nail-paint!

The miss you card,

The pretentious smile,

The flashy tears,

The shattered me!

All losing themselves,

In the deluge,

Of something,

Never mine!

Always your’s,

Huh! Only your’s,

The color,Purple!