Rainbows

In a closet full of greys, which aren’t greys,
In this lil'closet where he resides,
I see these colors,
Colours of the rainbow, them gleaming with a diffused glow,
I am not colour blind, but he was, the day I entered his closet,
But now he isn’t, for I have seen him feel the colours,
Sometimes you need not see them, to feel them,
You just have to wear them and see the world outside through that gleaming diffused glow,
with a butterfly or two in your belly;
Soon you’ll realize that the world is a closet too, that needs to be opened by the might of the strayed,
Because the world is colour blind,
just like how he was when I entered his closet.
So, while I sit in here, I wonder what my part is, for I have built a castle to one corner,
just above the drawer where we hide our deepest secrets;
This castle where we govern and rule,
Where we have our kaleidoscopic conversations by the rays of sunshine through the keyhole.
Maybe I am here to show him the light, so that the greys can become the colours they deserve to be.
So that, his closet can become the most colourful of them all,
and I can watch him be himself, not just in our closet,
but also to the world outside,
For I fell in love with that boy, who is not afraid to be himself, for he can carry any colour with poise, elegance and freedom.
That’s what the world should see and learn, from the most beautiful person, that I share my closet with.