‘G’ FOR GYPSOPHILIA, GRAY OR GRIEF?

I have found myself soaked in countless shades –
From shimmery pinks to blues to oranges,
Enhancing the beauty of weddings –
Draped in satin ribbons that shine
With the falling of Par Can lights,
Showering me with umpteen reasons to smile.

But alas! What is this shade called Gray?
I am unable to grasp the reason for its prevalence.
I cannot explain it, except saying that –
I am drenched in Gray.

Pink made me look at the world through love.
Orange made me brim with positivity.
Green allowed me to meet my serene self.
And Lavender hugged me in motherly warmth.

But Gray is different.
It is heavy like a stone,
Yet makes me feel empty within –
Stubborn enough to drain my energy,
Planning to find its permanent house in my body.

O my baby Gypsophilia –
“This is what we call Grief.
Like other shades, this one too exists.
At first, it seems to be impossible to team with it,
But trust me – grief requires your care and gentleness –
More than you can ever imagine.”

Sit with it.
Pamper it with love and care.
Who knows? It may have been
Searching for a way out for generations,
Only to fail because no one sat with it!

‘Gray’ holds a Ray of hope in it!
And Grief stores the possibility of ‘Relief’ in it!

Penned By: Abheepsa Vyas