Pigments

Judging comment:

How interesting is the association of feelings to colour, and the most tricky - intelligent - clever - beautiful - I really don't know which word it exactly is... that when all the world outside started to lose all its colour and began to turn grey, the feeling generated inside wasn't grey but rather blue (I was referring only to the usage of English language until here, not why someone is feeling blue rather than grey.)
Coming to the poem specifically, this is beautifully-crafted and was a very sentimental piece to me. I wonder if the greyness is describing the transition of summer to monsoon, or is it the change in the perception of the world around in the poets view; which ever it may be, it was beautiful written. The usage of colours and the choice of words was very artistic; it was more of a very beautiful painting painted... I could see it the very first time I read the piece, I can see it now ... in fact, I could then even feel myself standing right there. Very beautifully written.

I must say it's really interesting to see the poet you've molded into over the years. The sadness of this poem gets deeper with each line. You truly make the reader feel the emotion with you. Looking forward to reading more <3