It feels crimson red
When I look at you
It feels pink
When you look back.
It feels dark green
When you are with someone.
It feels cool blue
When I share myself with you.
It feels yellow
When you are in a bright mood
It feels gray
When you are away.
It feels black
When I fight with you
It feels chocolate brown
When we are back again.
It feels orange.
To see my early morning sun.
It feels so white
To be in love.
No, you dont color my heart,
Not my feelings either,
Not even my life
You color my soul!
About Me
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- Shreyans Mehta
- I believe happiness and bliss is the birthright of every individual. I believe that God is like an ocean and man is like a drop in the ocean, both have the same properties and one is just another. I do not recognize a God who punishes, who is different from me. All things - good or bad - yes, even the bad ones start in God and end in God. I dont believe in the start or end of time. I believe I am the frame of reference, the refered and the act of refering.
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