Confusion

By Keerthana BS

I threw my paintings on a beautiful morning,

Standing on the cliff 

With the sun rising brighter.

Why do I keep seeing newer colours

In this world,

Ones that I don't have and

Can't find them in the rainbow, am taught.

Why doesn't anyone teach it,

The finding!

I am trying for a painting

Where every stroke is incomplete,

Where every shade seems out of place.

I ask myself then,

How do I get this right!

Like how everybody gets it right!!

How can I paint,

When am standing in the rain,

Where every colour washes out of me

And flows down the drain.

What is this confusion!

Where is my umbrella!!

So many questions, and so little time

How do I get them right!

Can anyone show me the straight road?

Oh wait!!

Is this me waiting for my own self now!?

By Keerthana BS