Rainbow Man

I Always Asked Myself Why You?

I could give You a Million Different reasons Why You...

One of Em Would Be the Way You Fill my Life And Heart With Colours...

Ave Been living a Black And White Life for a long time..

And you Baby, Bought back Colours Everywhere...

Ave Always Been Called Sunshine By Friends coz Am Everywhere and Shines Everywhere I'm present..

But If Am sunshine Babe then You Sweetheart is even better..

You are Rainbow, 

MY

And Since I met you I started shinning again.. I started Spilling And Puking Colours everywhere.. :)

In My life, IN ours, And in others Life... And You know It's All due to You Bae...

So as a Tribute to My Rainbow... Wanted to write you something..

 And here you are My Baby Bo0iii...

To The man Who bought colours back in Me.. 

To the Man who Inspire Me to write Again.. 

To the Man who Painted my Whole Life so Colourful...

 To the Man for who, I'd write A Millions things..

To the Man I Love With All my Soul...

To My Man...

               



YOU MAKE ME, 

An indication it was,
As I looked at Blogger’s Blank page.
An indication it was,
For my lack of inspiration.


No reckoning, No visualizing
Poetry Did to me Today.
But when, I saw them,


Universal, Unanimous,.
Made me think of all the beautiful things to say,
About them, About you, About me.
What you call colours,
I call Inspiration.

They entered me through every pore,

Colours that outshine our world.
The green of everything that grows,
High High Up, flying us to the sky.


The Blue of everything that flows,
Deep Deep, flowing far away, full of memories.
The Red of everything that blooms,
Satiated Satiated,passionately within you.

The Yellow of everything that is harvested,
The Gold of everything that shimmers,
The White of everything that is Purity,
Or perhaps the Black of a romantic night,
Cooling, Cooling, as the wind blows.

And it's not about the beauty colours,
And it's not about the rainbow colours.
It's about the showing off,
These colours are not here for us,
but for us they are used.

Blue, how I do feel, life full of doubt.
Pink, my flesh so weak, mind so worn out.
Black, my mood can be, so full of pain.
White, future unknown, random like rain.
All we do is waste them.


I woke up and suddenly I gasped.
I watched the colours around,
Vertically and Horizontally.
It’s clear, one of those perfect days;
I stand and gaze.
Above me circles a curlew
On a background of blue,
It’s clear this will be the start of daily perfect days,
I stand and gaze.

Above me circles a white fluffy cushion,
On a background of blue.
Maybe I am one of those,
who paint their testimony,

Their dreams, Their life,
On blank window.


Then I realized, a Rainbow was out.
My World was being Smeared.
Colours flooding  my mind, my heart, my body and my soul.
It whispered to me through an outburst of reflected lights,  
That as from now, his colours will be mine,
As I will be his.


His infinite colours to live on, his colours to use to implement him.
With a Rainbow by my side, Today I will paint the world!