The changing canvas

 How I wish I could recall more clearly, 

describe more vividly, 

and relate more honestly,

the turning of grass,

on a bright sunny morning, 

in the spring of youth,

from almost fluorescent ...

when walking barefeet on fresh grass,

in a college lawn, 

would actually stir tender emotions within;

when just being under a bright blue sky,

would fill the heart

with promises and possiblities,

when simply looking at the person,

walking besides, 

would make you feel love, 

like a tangible thing,

that you could touch, 

and see with bare eyes, 

when looking into their eyes, 

would set your young heart afire,

with hope and the promise of fidility, 

and of an infinite existence! 

To a darker Margosa, 

a few years later,

or a Pine or Basil, 

on a quiet Summer afternoon, 

sombre and dull,

like the Ochre sky above,

when the golden shower of Amaltas,

still dangles aboved your heads,

though not quite as fragrant, 

when the grass beneath, 

still feels soft to touch, 

but not quite so,

when with a heart still young, 

still full of hope, 

you cast a glance 

of longing, 

on the face of the person

standing next, 

waiting for it to transform into another;

A heart, still young, still full of hope,

yet, a heart still unhealed, still hurting,

burdened with memories

of times when the grass was greener,

literally, 

a burden that you can almost feel

on the chest and the shoulders alike, 

like it's a physical thing, 

that can make breathing heavy 

that can cause your shoulders to droop. 

To the colour of ripe lemon rind,

Cadmium mostly, even almost Ochre, 

in just about a decade's time;

Exactly the colour of the sky when you last saw it,

standing under the Amaltas! 

Prickly, almost hurting the feet,

when silence feels comforting, 

and hope feels like a distant thing 

from a faraway place, 

where you've once been.

When the sky above

has turned into an empty vessel, 

and if you could 

turn it upside down, 

you'd see, 

it's actually burnt itself

to the dark greyish-brown,

of the eyes of the person you first loved! 

How I wish I could describe,

the starnge transcendence 

it makes me feel, 

thinking about it .. this changing of colours, 

simultaneously, 

shades of green,

hues of blue, 

and their myriad reflections,

on the three canvases, 

beneath, above and inside!