Old Forgotten Colours

On the brisk of hope,

In the lap of love,

I made my world,

With a few curtain curve.

I hold the pillow so tight,

To see the dreams in my night,

And to go lost in the eternity no wise,

Forbearing nothing but just a creepy disguise.

Acted like a sis, like a daughter, like a friend,

Like a student, like a teacher and many more then,

Which role did I miss & which one did I hit,

Don't know but just trying compromising the fit.

Red while frenetic, sad when blue,

Pink in the happiness in everything I do,

Selfish at some points or asking other's bliss,

That's how confusing my very nature is.

Don't look into the past just keep moving on,

That's my mantra I am deeply holding on,

There would be a lot to say under my shining star,

But till now that's my story, my odyssey so far !

I found this somewhere inside my old diary while cleaning the clutter. The poem sounds a little lame but reminded me of the old forgotten colors of my life.