Shades the colours faced

Here is a tale of seven wonderful friends, unlike any you would have heard of before,
Violet, Indigo, Blue, Green, Yellow, Orange and Red, and they called themselves VIBGYOR!
They considered themselves similar and alike, so had never ever registered any difference,
And little were they aware that they were categorized on their varying level of wavelengths.

They resided in a far away (light illuminating) land, and thought of going on an adventure trip,
So they combined themselves into a packet called photon, and set ready for their share of mischief.
And though they set out together as a single entity of white light, and never thought of breaking apart,
Each one had a different idea in his mind and a different dream resided in everyone’s heart.

While green & indigo wanted to explore the forests and blue wanted to tame the sea,
Violet and Yellow were clueless what they’d do and decided to follow Blue’s fantasy.
Orange and Red were a couple and always stuck to each other like glue
They just wanted to click pictures together and travel places new.

Only when they reached the worldly earth, did they realize that they had different destinations,
Dejectedly they split into three, but promised to join once they had fulfilled their desired expectations.
They bid their warm goodbyes to one another and mapped their paths and boundaries.
And because orange persuaded, they also clicked their parting photos for memories.

The determined green and indigo advanced for the forests, their longing desire,
But the forests could admit only one, the rule of nature being a spectacle of satire.
They rejected indigo and the abandoned one initially low on confidence, went on a hiding.
Only later to become the expression of sorrow and inked its tears in melancholic writings.

The threesome of blue, violet and yellow, who pursued to chase the sea, faced a similar consequence,
They took in all three but were partial and gave the passionate blue an apparent preference.
Over the time, blue became conceited and arrogant and started looking down on the other two,
Who grew jealous and self-doubtful and quit the job in bitter sentiments and bid their adieu.

And who could have imagined the couple who could hardly keep a distance were also moving away,
For red got too occupied with his work and could hardly make time for orange even on Sundays.
She whiled away the forlorn time looking at their photos and longing for the seven of them to reunite.
And finally made her mind to bring them back and bridge the gap that had grown out of spite.

She didn’t need to put in much effort, for each felt incomplete without the other,
Soon they were back at Orange’s house, and like old days, all of them were together.
The apologies were made and the guilty were forgiven, and some experiences were told,
They reminisced their old jokes and laughed at how Blue sported a showy wristband of gold.

Indigo, who had grown wise and philosophical, writing erudite thoughts being an ink,
Had a wise thought to add and ponder over, which made everyone think,
The rejection from the forests, put him in the place where he belonged, and here was the beauty,
Of nature’s way of giving us a purpose of adding colours to life and completing our respective duty.

A rejection here would lead to a reflection there, every time adding a new shade or hue,
Pairing up in different combinations, giving different meaning to things to bring out something new.
Being a failure let them try new ventures, even if initially they underwent a feeling of dismay
Being integrated as one always, aspiring a single dream would have led to only shades of grey.

And as the bitterness dissolved, they smiled and unanimously agreed
That the split was for the better and was pivotal in their dream to succeed.
Had they not gone different ways and stuck together throughout their expedition,
The world would have been left in shades of black and white, oh! an appalling imagination.

Oh and they wondered what if they had got intimidated and hadn’t started their journey at all
They wouldn’t have seen the successes and they wouldn’t have seen any of the falls.
But they were happy that they at least dared to chase their dreams and gave it a try
Or else they would have just been hazy unidentifiable spots twinkling in the sky.

As they rejoiced their friendship, Yellow reminded all of the dream that they all shared,
Of spreading happiness around and setting an example of their friendship that couldn’t be compared.
So they joined hands to serve the world and delight them with a spectacular show,
They coloured the world vibrant to their respective capacities and then left a beautiful trail of rainbow.

Tell-a-tail

I woke up one fine day, sensing something was terribly wrong,
It felt like I was sleeping all over my hair, but surely it couldn’t have grown so long.
I turned behind and shrieked at the sight of my growing a tail,
Yes, a hairy one like horse’s, that couldn’t be missed without a fail!

I didn’t know what to do about it, how to hide an additional lock of hair,
I wanted a pair of scissors, but to risk going out for it, I couldn’t dare.
I stayed home all day, wondering what should be done but still had no clue.
Only to peek outside later to find everyone else having a tail too.

I stared wide-eyed in delight at how people had fashioned it all,
Like hair-styles, there were tail-styles of lengths long and small!
Some had permed them, some had them coloured and some had made plaits,
And now I was relieved that I hadn’t cut them off in a hurried haste.

I looked in the mirror and pondered how I would style mine,
I wanted to dress it up with accessories of various colours and designs!
I spent hours on it, trying beads and gems and bows of satin lace,
And finally managed to make it look elegant with adequate grace.

And then when I was about to change into something to wear outside,
None of my clothes were tailored for a tail, I dismally realized.
With regret, I cut one of the polka dots of my expensive dress,
And stepped outside, dressed perfectly to impress.

I was happy having a tail, it made dressing up even more fun,
And now I was wondering how his tail was, my special someone’s!
I hoped it was as chic as mine, or at least not a big flop
Called him up excitedly and asked him to meet me at the coffee shop.

And there he came and to my disappointment had a tail of a leopard,
My heart fell down on the floor, for it looked disgustingly awkward.
Like everyone else, it wasn’t a discovery for him and he was quite used to it,
But for me, I couldn’t help noticing and think how it was a big misfit.

I walked back drably, hating how life had been deranged.
Hoping things were like before and had not become so strange.
Even if that meant, not having the silky tail, I wanted it reversed
Because his gauche tail made this fantasy seem like a curse.

And then suddenly a voice within me spoke and it took me by surprise,
It ruminated a new thought which pinched and made my aversion seem vice
To think of it I liked mine only when I realized I wasn’t an outcast,
My initial reaction and that after the realization were such contrasts.

Also, people change, though maybe not as evidently and you have to accept it as life,
You would still be wetting your pants and crying, if you hadn’t changed, otherwise.
And thinking back, I remembered how things had changed since I knew him
We both had grown mature and wiser, and the gradual adjustment was never too grim

Even if it's unpleasant, it is inevitable that things change,
Don’t people grow bald, paunchy and toothless with age?
The journey together shapes you into familiarizing with the differences.
Exploring unknown territories and bridging the distances.

And likewise, didn’t I like my tail, after initially being repulsed by its presence,
It takes time, but rather than those petty things, love should be my preference
And with that thought I felt lighter and more comfortable with the recent tranformations,
I looked up and said, bring me anything; my love is ready for any kind of alteration.