After the lull came the typhoon,
After the boredom came the excitement.
After the mundane came the electrifying,
After the white came the neon.
After the work came the party,
After the chair came the swing.
Was the new experience a lie?
Or was it a high?
Was it an adrenaline rush?
Or just another episode to hush?
Call it whatever you may,
What’s in a name anyway?
Name creates boundaries,
So why increase the worries?
He asked for a definitive term,
She said commitment is a germ.
We will work on it, I promise.
What if we give this whole idea a miss?
As the black , white and grey struggled,
The colour red in the corner somewhere giggled.