Hues of blues.

The sky felt blue unlike it had ever felt to her,

Flamboyantly spreading it's bluishness

as if it was trying to impress the earth,

Elegantly showing it's meticulous charm,

With the patches of fluffy grey clouds in between it's outstretched arms.

Somewhat like the very reality which the life cherish,

That a rose is only a rose with the thorns it carries.

So one day she ran the risk and dressed herself with all hues of blues that her life offered

with the dots of grey she let it a li'l besprinkled,

She strutted about the streets graciously with the inky tresses swirling about her waist,

She reached to his beloved all in haste,

For blue was his favourite colour, she expected him to embrace,

All her sadness and fears of yesterdays,

But much to her surprise, he turned away his gaze,

Being struck dumb she asked "Love, aren't you flattered.?

I am sharing with you the pieces of my heart which are scattered."

He started walking away saying he already had enough of his blues,

That he didn't want to add more of it's hues,

"But aren't one's blues different than others?

It's not in the same way that leaves in the wind withers.

Some fall into the rivers and get flown away,

Some end up burning while others are used as hay.

Let my blues be yours and yours be mine,

Let our world of adventure be intertwined."

Hues of blues no longer felt pleasing,

He took a toll and ended leaving..!

Amidst all the hues,

She began cursing her blues.

Then and there lightening snaked through the air,

Her tresses waved and hues of blues flared.

The sky showered all of the sorrow it had to the earth,

The earth welcomed sky's laments with all it's mirth.

She then realised that it's these hues of blues that makes her what she is,

That without the blues even a rainbow is incomplete.

From then on she welcomed all the hues of blues,

For those hues of blues had always been her life's muse.