Colours

Colours. Psychedelia. For quite some time now, I have been thinking of making a softboard for my room, which incidentally is also the bedroom of m y modest 1BHK apartment. That entails buying a few sheets of thermocol, getting coloured paper and art sheets and double-sided tape, and putting everything together on the wall just above my bed.
But, as usual, I have been too busy procrastinating, lazy me.
But even then, I can envision colours, lots of them.
A riot of colours -- I am going to paint birds and balloons on the entire thing.
Then I'm going to put up doodles and random sketches that I might have done.
Also, pinning up a few photographs with folks and friends -- it is always refreshing to go back home and see a few familiar, loving faces, even if they are only available on print and not in actual person. There should be a rainbow, there must be a rainbow. Red, green, blue, pink, violet, yellow, lavender, orange, brown. It should look like a place maybe the Nyan Cat passed through.
Candy bars and soft swirls of cotton candy.
Unicorns and big blocks of Legos.
Rose buds, bright lilies, sunflowers for the sunshine and smiles in my room.
A bit of black, for darkness and mystery.
Pink, for the bubbles and feel-good and haziness of tulle.
Orange, for fresh bursts of the fruit in a glass. Or on the table top.
Green, as relaxing and vibrant as bushes washed off after a long spell of rain.
Brown, ochre and siens, of all the leaves that have been shed by the trees, only to be crushed under our crunching, careless feet.
White, for calm and zen.
Lilac, for the texture and sheen of beautiful pearls.
Red, for that electricity and liveliness in the room, the colour of our hearts.
Purple, for the royal shade.
Yellow, for all the sunflowers I have come across in my brief life, and how they have turned their vibrant faces to me and made me feel good.
Aquamarine, for all the times I have frolicked at a beach, collecting shells and starfishes and conches from the edge of the water, sifting through the granular sand.
Grey, for the haze in my mind, of what is bound to happen next.
Cyan, for the lovely brightness -- it would remind me of idyllic waters near Phuket or Bora Bora, once a dream destination but now spoiled by the memories of an ex-partner.
I love colours.
For quite a while now, my life has been all about the greys and browns and the blacks and whites.
Monochrome, one can say.
It's time to bring the shades back.

Song of the Day: Any Colour You Like (Pink Floyd)