Painted sunflowers on my walls,
Always remind me of certain things,
Like us, you and I,
My yellow dress tossed aside,
Making love in our little momentary heaven.

Younger me used to ask my mother,
And how could she ever say yes,
To my father's dark colored skin.
She used to laugh a little,
And not utter a word.

I love listening to crunching sound,
Of fallen yellow leaves,
In the season of autumn,
Under my heavy footsteps,
With my extra weight.

I remember us smearing fairness cream,
My grandmother and I,
All over our faces,
And me denying to eat,
If the bride wasn't pretty enough.

Sometimes,
I wonder where it all went so wrong.

They say black,
Makes your body look a little thinner,
And your face a little fairer,
And your personality a little better defined,
And you'll find my wardrobe full of bright flowers.

I love tulips and lavenders,
Roses and lilacs,
Orchids and jasmine,
Pansies and lilies, .
I love yellow oleander,
Marigold and sunflowers.

Sometimes,
I wonder when I'll come to love myself.

So I remember,
Scrubbing yellow paste,
Made of turmeric, gram flour and milk,
And yellow lemon peels,
All over my skin,
Desperately wishing I was as fair,
As the guy who lived next door,
As fair as my mother.

I remember younger me laughing on a joke,
Where a husband tells his dark skin colored wife,
And apparently fat,
That she looked like a buffalo,
In her new yellow sari,
Munching on a mustard field.

Sometimes,
I wonder if Karma is real.

They say black,
Is the color of poets,
And they see the world in monochrome,
But I've got this unhealthy obsession,
And my fingers always seem to hover,
Over lustrous and iridescent rainbow pallets.

Sometimes,
I wonder if they'd ever call me a poet.

Painted sunflowers on my walls,
Always make me want to paint the whole world,
Like Van Gogh painted, and from my memories,
I want to paint you like The Starry Nights.

I remember us,
Making love in our little momentary heaven,
My yellow dress tossed aside,
Us, you and I,
And I remember me,
Desperately hoping you'd love me forever.

Sometimes,
I wonder if my dark colored stretched skin made you leave.