colours of nostalgia

Ages ago
I had seen a dead rainbow
It was a puddle reflecting life
A result of a stormy night
That shone with oily colors
Swirls of red, yellow, green and white

I gathered it in my hands
And smudged some of it on my face
The remaining I poured on a silver platter
Little by little, feeling its dead plight

It fell with a bounce
Forming tiny globules of memories
That still roll on the platter of my mind