Colours are ephemeral lasting for a trice.

                                                                                 Painting by Prashanti.


                                       Colours are ephemeral while her eyes are at my sight.

Life was  a night without the moon, soaring in darkness.

Life was a dark tunnel seeking the light at end.
Life was no more without a light, when she streaked at my sight.

Blue  blemishes bearing  white.
Purple purges out the pure emotions.
It's her eyes that are revealed
And colours are ephemeral lasting at a flick.