They say your face is a 5 AM sky, a sun that is yet to rise a mockingbird that's yet to croon, they say you are dressed up in layers of possibility shielded by the shadows of an uneven spring trying to unfurl a torrent of wildness a wave of summer that never quite comes to pass a slice of winter that acts as a hymn at a Sunday mass.
They say you spin fire when no one else is looking, and if they were to look straight into the amber of your eyes, they would be able to count flames on the other side of eternity, so when the clocks stop the stories fade and the stars blink brighter than before you would hold on to the threads of time while forgetting to untangle them.
Why do you keep on hiding inside your own body? Instead of exploring yourself why are you still finding yourself? Why do you keep on googling, "How not to love a person of same gender?" Why do you suppress the feeling of butterflies in your stomach when you see him on the streets? Why do you think that you are having mental issues? Who told you that love is an enigma?
Why do you see anger and rage in red when it wants you to know the life?
Why do you see degradation and cowardice in orange when it wants to heal you?
Why do you see deceit and jealousy in yellow when it wants you to feel the warmth of the sun?
Why do you see wild and untamed danger in green when it wants you to listen the harmony of nature?
Why do you see melancholy in blue when it wants to show you stability and serenity?
Why do you see mourning and conceit in violet when it wants to tell you about spirit and romance?
Why do you keep on confining love when it's all about diversity?
Love is all about falling for the person. It is all about going beyond time and space and beyond the norms of the society.