The Uninvited Guest

Whether you’re ignorant or wise, I’ll come to you;
Like a storm on a sunny day, and stay with you for the rest of your life.

I’ll feed on circumstances, ignoring the intentions of your heart;
And slowly mix darkness, into your present and past.

You’d watch helplessly, your painting turn into a dull canvas;
The one which you started fresh, on a white colored glass.

You may write words of hope and try to open new doors;
But your book shall become like wet sand close to the sea shore.

I’d shine like the beam of light and make your vision blur;
Everytime you choose to drive your way back towards home.

You may wish to ignore me, but I’m real;
My name is Regret, who stayed all along in your neighbourhood.



I’d call her Yellow,
and she’d argue and say-

but I’m not bubbly or excitable,
and I hate to be the centre of attention,

and she was right,
she was none of these things-

She was warm and kind.
She was adventure and comfort.
She was darkness and the lantern to guide you out of it;

She was Yellow.