hymn of the colourblind

moving into my eyes,night after night
just like fireflies come memories of yore;
the flow of water over weary worn rocks,
the unceasing noise of a distant calm
the momentary laugh/grimace of a tired soul
all come back to me in moments of solitude.
the cold of the water penetrating with alacrity
into some endless hole of my deep dark heart
the evening is an interesting phenomena, more like twilight
- neither black nor white ,but grey
grey like the cast rainy sky ,withholding some facts but never telling a lie;
grey like the innards of an ocean deep;
grey like the desires in every heart's keep.
as the buds blossom ,so does the eye
moving on from distinct lines to a blurry sigh
still,that day i learnt of life
some happy moments with friends of strife.
those silent ones spoke through their eyes,
they said this is not all truth and lies -
for what are black and white if not extremes of grey!!!!!

Comments

Clouds, sun and a hint of colour said…
You don't need my words. You paint like a real artist..painting such a rich canvas in grey. It reads likes a song,moves like a poetic image in black and white,or rather "extremes of grey". I felt as if I was moving along with you,like a shadow...Splendid!
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