The Festival of Colours

Red balloons,Pink Barbies,
Yellow Hot Wheels,
Green mints,
Colours of childhood,
Transparent, exact.

Till I learnt,
The red of angry
And the green of envy.
The yellow of spring,
Blue skies,
And the black of festivals,
Dark lights.
Translucent, true.

From pastels to shine,
The age called in.
Silver desires,
Gold conquests,
Metallic wounds,
Bronze hickeys.
Opaque, perhaps.

Between them all,
Lies the grey
Of life.
Lies,
About whites and blacks.
Bares the colours.