What was once so vivid, now seems so livid. Without a trace of colour, uninteresting for others. What was once an assemblage of coloured glass, a mosaic, Now looks a dull creation of prosaic, Ordinary and unglamorous. Once I wanted it to be all jazzy But now it remains pallid, so lifeless. My inclination to show it to the world exists no more. My life has always been a multifaceted prism, Every angle produced a different colour every time And now it has been reduced to a plane glass A dull lifeless colour goes in and the same comes out. Nothing extravagant. No razzle-dazzle. Just a plane simple life. Sometimes, I get afraid and I hide myself under my shell. For I don't wan't them to see me wrecked and lonely, I don't want them to know that its not the same anymore. It was you who made the colours come alive, It was you who made my life close to a kaleidoscope, So vibrant and yet so unusual. Its not the same without you. I know, it'll take some time for you to return, And till then, you'll find me living, On the colours that you had embellished, In my heart and in my soul.