This writing prompt is in continuation with the writing prompt provided by a fellow writer, Kiran Ashraf. Here’s how I would attempt to explain a few colours to a visually impaired person.
Blue is an array of emotions in complement with light.
Azure blue: the apparent colour of the waves as they lap against each other in the ocean, lapping against your ship as you steer towards your destination.
Sky blue is the colour of sky peeking through the fluffy clouds, making your heart dance in excitement upon viewing them.
Baby blue is the colour of a glimpse of a baby’s eye; purity and innocence of infancy.
Pale blue is the feeling when you are down and depressed when the life seems to be sucked out of you.
Aquamarine blue is when you are within the depths of the ocean, swimming and trying your hard to catch your breath whilst learning to swim with the dolphins.
Blue is happiness, blue is calmness, too less of blue is depression.
The warmth you feel as one compliments you.
The hurt in the eyes when someone betrays you.
The soft kisses on a baby’s cheek.
The feelings of infatuation and puppy love when it’s your beloved you are about to meet.
Brown is the shade under the cool neem tree while you eat your packet of Cocomos- the wooden colour of the biscuits filled with sweet milk chocolate.
The brown chai you sip nonchalantly, while munching on crispy brown onion pakoras, bursting with flavour in your mouth as the children play and blow sand on the beach as the sun shines at pre-dusk prayers.
The sandy camel that grunts nearby, being guided by its owner, chewing pungent brown niswaar with brown paan stained teeth. His dirty clothes reeking of a hard day’s work; the browning of his clothes.
And as you sit down for a quiet reading of your book on your favourite wooden armchair, ‘his’ brown stained fingers and that sharp smell of cigarettes on his breath remind you, of brown tobacco.
The sleek wooden cane of my dada was brown. Stained with experience and weather- beaten.
Soft brown eyes that promise hope when you look at a child that you’ve just helped. The freckles on his young face are the brown mementos of a memoir of summer spent in play or heavy work picking earthy bricks in scorching heat.
And the earth itself; the dust which we are made of and to which we shall return is brown.
The dome of Prophet(SAW)’s mosque, where tears know their way down your cheek without hesitation, that is green.
The first leaf that springs forth from a seed you planted in your flower bed to welcome new beginnings, that’s green.
The noisy desi truck you passed, clangering and chiming its way down a bumpy and downtrodden road, on Karachi’s roads- that’s green.
The envy you feel when someone else is succeeding and you balance it out with a prayer for them- that’s the ‘true green’.
Dr Hafsa Siddiqui
“Fields Painted on An Evening Sky”
Fields of amber, gold and orange,
Painted on a canvas of sky blue,
Alight the fire with the embers
Of stirred emotions
Like the waking up of desire
Just before the dawn of the night.
—-Dr Hafsa Siddiqui
This poem is inspired by a photograph by a kind soul, Sir Shehryar Khawar. The link is given below:
This poem is inspired by a photo captured by Brother Umer Ilyas:
The link to his blog and photo is
Steel-blue placid waters
For a serene ride
In a rickety boat
Amidst the towering
The dusty partings
In the hairline of the earth.
—–Dr Hafsa Siddiqui
My brother’s stray cat lovingly brought a gift for him. Freshly hunted.
If the cat could speak, this is what he would have said to my brother
ترے عشق کی انتہا چاہتا ہوں
میری سادگی دیکھ کیا چاہتا ہوں
(اقبال سے معذرت کے ساتھ)
Heart-shaped salty tears,
Slip down my face…
Tracing a myriad;
A paper trail.
Dr Hafsa Siddiqui