the color of longing

it starts with a thread of turquoise on a worn sari. then a streak of blue in the sky on a winter morning. the color seeps into my life like a stain spreading through fabric. i see it in the glint of a butterfly's wing in the sheen on a leaf after rain. the color is a hum a vibration that resonates deep within me. sometimes it's a whisper of memories long forgotten a glimpse of a life left behind. other times it's a promise of something yet to come a doorway ajar leading to a room filled with possibilities. the color haunts me a gentle ghost that lingers in the periphery of my vision. in its depths i see the contours of my own desires the shape of my longing.