I never got to know the process
When the pinks turned into the hues
The pinks were once oranges
Very peppy and dynamic at the same clock of time
I never got to know the process
that the oranges were once blended with yellows
Yellows were the happier and kiddish fellows
And I never figured it out
When greens were hiding behind, seeking in the sky founded yellows
I never got to know the process
How greens were the raised wisdom
which grew in a short course of time from a sky of azure
I remember that for visionary minds,it was the cure
And I never got to know the secret ,
that in the beginning,the azure was very shy
It used to appear dark in the robes of black
Blues appeared very slightly
with a friend named morning star
It was an alarm ,not necessarily guiding like the wise pole star
And when the needles changed it's position on the clock
It took it towards the sun, the needles sparingly run
I never got to know how the blues conquered the whole sky
Slowly turning up into vibrant lights
But,the stars disappeared ,
perhaps it never left
With the fall of day,the sky turned peached
Covering the stars,uptill ,there it reached
But, I never got to know how the pinks of sunsets are always worth of memories
How they turn into purples
And get ready to wear the black blankets again
But when purples leave, they look so promising
And sometimes leave countless diamonds of stars or sometimes just clouds
Apologies for not capturing leaving purples
Because my eyes become completely black out
In a nutshell ,what I am missing in true sense,
Is it the absence or presence?
Shades flow with liquids across the canvas of sky
And I behold them in my eyes