Shady Melancholies

At times, you see too many colours
You get infected with shades 
Of doubt, of fear:
The side effects of a close attachment.

These shades whisper words and thoughts:
Uncomfortable and dark,
Although least probable 
Somehow manage to soup your brain into believing it.

They come and go,
Like storms raging in and out.
Sometimes they carry flowers anew,
Sometimes wrinkled leaves of past.

Its difficult to tame this rebel inside,
That stands to oppose anything you choose.
And shades are sly,
They change colours faster before you get used to it.

A person remains person no more,
And shades take over him.
You can hardly identify him,
In the jelly of colours spilled over him.

Shades which listened to no one
Neither him, nor you.
Swept in along with the tide of smiles,
And comfort that'd once been.

You stare at your ceiling,
Blank, 
Is what had been, no longer what there is ?
Is it escaping again ?

You try hold on to something so hard,
Yet it slips from your fingertips,
And faster and faster, 
You watch it race away...

What had struck you once,
Strikes you again, 
These shades that preoccupy your mind
Dance a silly tale...

The dismal part being,
They never leave you.
They flounder, they mock,
They seize you, when you least expect them to.

He's brought back those shades,
Shades you tried to hide.
Shades you thought had vanished long time back,
But they never did.

Squirms of uneasiness inside your gut,
Unsure, 
Whether they shut too early 
Or open too late.

Unsure, if everything you felt
Was your own made up story again.
Moments of silence, 
Between us still.

We might take the same path,
We might walk different ones,
But somehow it won't be the same anymore,
The shade-free luminescent days of past.