The Colour Series (The End): Blue

I remember youfrom back when my heart still lived,when caring had nothing to dowith reward,when driving was smooth, calm, blue-your presence a peaceoverwhelming the bonds of blood and time. Let’s go back there,back to beautiful, calm driving. All Rights ReservedCopyright …

The Colour Series (Part 8): Pink

God: (observing as the painter works) A third of him fears me amidst confessions of love. A third of him aches to conquer me. And throughout the year, the rest of his hims take bets on which of the first …

The Colour Series (Part 7): Red

She enjoys it. That there is someone who cannot be poisoned against her. Someone who is beyond the fickleness of human tastes. One whose imagination runs beyond a single, indoctrinated way of life. A supreme being, tried and tested against …

The Colour Series (Part 6): Translucence

We watched them as they cut pieces from the sides of the purple hills, “One for you. One for you. One for you.” …As if carving out an ice bath for family Anatidae in the wilds of Sweden and portioning …

The Colour Series (Part 5): Royal Lands

They have come to conquer.Those thirsty to discover ushave come to conquer royal lands,arriving on our territoryclothed as curious allies. They coax to leave their mark.They investigate every nook and cranny,every specialty, love and indifference.They insist that’s what good comrades …

The Colour Series (Part 4): White

By now, you’ve noticed:This is about all the colours of the rainbow.Rainbow,gift after the rain has come,halo of waterfalls,split personalities of the colour white. White: a mere constituent of physics,until the thinking man came along. And it shall be recognisedthat …

The Colour Series (Part 3): Yellow

Of course,the inner child must be mentioned.She’s mesmerised by little thingslike angels and monsters.He’s happyuntil something unnerves him,then he’s happy again. Default: happy. They transform mundane objectsinto perfect worlds,into the toys of pretty princesses,into the tools of almighty superheroes. They …

The Colour Series (Part 2): Helios

I began to imaginethat Orange was the mother of Genius -Genius, the epitome of all that was goodand messyabout us each.Orange, the nurturer,the titan formed after traumas are overand dealt with,the us that spews forthmodern platitudes:redundant, yet well-intentioned words of …

The Colour Series (Part 1): Hues Of Possibility

I had never seen the colour greenSo he told me what it’s for:To bloom from that which we promised,To fume with envy when luck walked byin favour of another. I had never seen the colour greenSo he pulled up a …