Orange

Orange.
It's quite true that everyone has different connotations of every colour:
Blue - serenity, calm, relaxation.
Red - anger, hatred, impatience.
Yellow - sunshine, love, passion.
Black - disappointment, hope, emptiness.
Green - luck, life, nature.
White - purity, naivety, cleanliness.

And, there's orange.

Orange - 3 a bright reddish-yellow color like that of the skin of a ripe orange.

That's the dictionary's meaning. For me, orange is: 

Annoying, separation, a temptation to hit something, headaches, pains, heartaches. 

Here is another poem that I wrote during the days when orange was the colour that haunted me day and night; a Jack 'O' lantern that lights up in the night promising death and sadness. 

Two peas in a pod

That’s what we were.

But hey look now – it’s so just odd

As if time passed by in a blur.

Was it my fault?

Or was it because you grew

bored and came to a halt?

Words exchanged so few

these days, what’s wrong?

My heart’s grown smaller

When the days stretch long

I don’t have the strength to holler

And reveal my sorrow

That has been building up

Everyday to the morrow

Spilling to the top of the cup

My sorrow drips and drops

Like my salty tears I blink

So delicate like a bubble pop

With every spillage my soul shrinks

Till nothing is left but a seed

Planted from the very start

Before it was taken to bleed

With the hollowness of my heart,

I miss those times, I really do

I miss the laughter, the felicity.

Maybe you wanted something new

Or it was for the sake of simplicity.

But memories are hard to rid of

No eraser can rub them away.

I feel like you’ve given me a shove

To fall down and leave me to decay

While you’re safe up there with her

The better and newer and funny one -

There all along waiting for it to occur

Waiting for me to trip and run.

I’m like an old useless doll

Ragged and dirty – to be tossed

Just another fly on the wall

Doesn’t matter if I get lost.

Two peas in a pod

That’s what we were

But hey look now- it’s just so odd

As if time passed by in a blur.

Was it my fault?

Or was it because you grew

bored and came to a halt?

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