Rainbow

Flash of memories run through my eyes as I gaze onto the sky. All different yet retaining the common factor. Anger, rage, melancholy, disappointment , pride and adoration all at once. It is unrealistic to digest this big ounce of unrequited feelings.

For this happened for the first time, this sudden burst of all the passion. I didn’t even know existed until now. What is it that has cast this rainbow of all the things that are non existent.

Or where they really unreal? For far too long I have subdued any or all feelings of admiration in its true sense. I was an escapist, ironical as I escaped from make believe one to the actual one. I was happy basking in the emotion of being apple of others eye, and it was enough or perhaps all that I wanted for then. Life is all about being optimistic , this was my ray of happiness. My silver lining is this dark cloud of remorse.

In this world, being realist has done no one good. A realist turns to a melancholic soul. Is being practical really the salvation of our lives? Is it for the best?

It is amusing how impromptu urges begins from just an object, an emotion, a feeling or and entity. This object , encapsulates all these emotions together, for years you might remember the same things due to this object. This object will make you live all the emotions every time you glance upon it, the same rainbow, that you expect to have died out long before.

Objects don't have feelings, they rather induce them, like the colourful rainbow in sorrow land.