Shades of life...
It has been a long day...
My soul... tired,
oblivious of the wonders it's capable of,
Is trapped in a borrowed body,
Hunting for a life where colours exist...
Not the colours we see but the colours we feel,
Colour of sorrow, colour of joy
Colours of lives that laugh and cry,
Tints of love, hues of pride,
All necessary and yet denied,
For the world we stay in, is black and white,
With no real shades of scattered light,
A world where small things don't matter,
Where rivers and rain are just a bummer...
I crave the colours after the storm,
The hues the sky paints in evening hours,
Not the shades of endless dark,
I'd rather crave a life with a gentle spark...
V