Colours

By Praveen Prabhakar

These colours are within me,

I don’t question their existence,

They just know me,

What colour sprays when,

What colour stays for how long,

They just feel part of me,

I did try to wash them off,

But at certain point, I was tired,

Tired in a fight of zero outcome.

These colours are mysterious,

Only I see through it,

Every time I feel I have understood all colours,

I am in for a surprise shade,

I try to explain them,

But the world understands only the colourless,

To them, colours are just a visual-treat,

My colours are in me,

Invisible,

Sometimes invincible,

My colours are in my mind,

Constantly talking,

Instantly mixing,

Randomly lurking,

With millions of patterns, I feel lost,

Yet, I live with my colours,

Facing the world everyday with a simple-inner-rainbow and a smiling face.

By Praveen Prabhakar