It started from scratch
which was all black and white
from before, it isn’t just a tale
rather a feeling left untold
it stays with me for its too smooth
to puncture the balloons of ignorance
not helium no. No not helium
Just life and their own perceptions,
so smooth it was it only caressed
it tried to envelop them as a whole
but the surface was sticky,
sticky ’cause of their sticky thoughts.
So I just slipped, never went through.
Not my feelings, not I.
When I see colours, I am afraid
I am confused, to be envious or scared
But the colours they come to me
Your colours come to me and paint me
from head to toe
No more black and white from before.
The colour of war, the colour of love,
the colour of Hate the colour of you.
Its pretty and disastrous
but its just the world around me
Should I feel familiar or hopeless?
I feel confused I feel lost
With the corner of my eye I trace that colour
White, I recognise it from before
Its familiar and soothing
The colour of peace.
As I learn of the other colours
as I see their shades and natures
I love White more and more.