That petty fight with my friend,
and the bickering with my family,
that annoyance which lasts for a while,
when recalled in isolation,
gives birth to my lost smile.

On the arrival of festivities,
the exuberance to celebrate,
the high festive spirit of parties,
when recalled in isolation,
gives birth to my vanished liveliness.

A thumping heart and a mike in one hand,
a sweaty hand and the audience,
the confidence in the delivered speech,
when recalled in isolation,
gives birth to my lost confidence.

A week or so free from all stress,
by a holiday at the beach, hilltop or desert,
with a soothing environment,
relieves all my pains and worries,
and I discover the bliss of life.

Recalling all the colours,
from my beginning to the present,
what I realize is that life’s colourful,
it doesn’t matter if the existing colour
is light, or dark.