Blue from fighting with herself-
She crashes into cabinets
And kicks cupboards with her shins

Green with envy as the boy she loves
Gazes adoringly (is the adoration for real?) at her best friend
She cuts and slashes
At her fragile, tortured skin

Red the drops of blood glisten
And a smile creeps across her face
As she lets herself well up
And tears-

Liquid Silver they shine on her cheek
Before running into her

Black midnight hair
That falls to her waist
Before she rises in fury
To grab those Silver scissors
And chop it all off

Her head falls back
And she bays like a hound

She looks like a convict
No pain is good enough to relieve her’s

Frantically she rummages in her neat room
Finds the sweater her grandmum made-
[The grandmum that died
Left her alone]
Blue and Pink- the sweater she pulls over her head

The sun rising in the sky
As she clambers up the wall

The feeling of calm that pervades her being
As she finds that the beauty of the
Crisp winter morning relieves her
More than the cursed fucking blade
Ever fucking did

She reads and and hums to herself
She clambers back down
To find her dog dead
And it starts all over again


Aqseer is a graduate of The National Law School of India University, currently pursuing her Masters in Psychosocial Clinical Studies from Ambedkar University Delhi. She is the Founder CEO of MirrorWork’s’ and enjoys dancing, singing, writing, photographing and riding her bike.

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2 thoughts on “Colours

  1. cheena

    wow! words so beautifully crafted and woven together
    thank you for sharing 🙂

    c.f. ‘Colors’ by Mr. Shel Silverstein:

    “My skin is kind of sort of brownish
    Pinkish yellowish white.
    My eyes are greyish blueish green,
    But I’m told they look orange in the night.
    My hair is reddish blondish brown,
    But it’s silver when it’s wet.
    And all the colors I am inside
    Have not been invented yet.”


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