Category: Poetry

it was all blue.
it was all blue for me.

it was always blue.
it was always blue for me.

for ages, i saw only the blue.
for ages, i saw only the blue sky.
for ages, i saw only the blue ocean.
for ages, i believed i was also blue.

there were others too i knew.
there were others like me.

and there were other colors as well.
ones that showed shades around light.

the light called me to show the shades.
and like a fool, i flew to have the shades.

and in every flight, i fell, i failed.
i fell into the blue ocean.

i kept falling.
i kept failing.

until i was no more.
i then saw the ocean i was in.
i saw it was colorless.
and so was i.

the blues were mere illusions.
the illusions of this beautiful magic.

with a broken heart, i swam.
i swam to the shore.
in the shore, i saw others.
there was brown mud.
there were green trees.
yet i was heartbroken.
i was just colorless.
just like the water.

in search of more, i wandered.
in search of more, i walked in.
in search of more, i went in.
i went into the forest.

in there, i saw beauty.
in there, i saw colors.
in there, i saw more.

there were oranges.
there were watermelons.
and there were apples too.

in the joy of seeing them.
i took them all to the water.

i saw the water as colorless as me.
i wanted to see if the water changes.

i peeled the orange and squeezed.
i saw orange watercolor.

i broke open the watermelon.
i saw red watercolor.

i then tried mixing the apple.
i saw golden yellow watercolor.

i went back to the shore and sat.
i looked at the sky. it is still blue.
i looked at the ocean. it illuded blue.
i know now that i am not blue.

i sat watching the horizon.
i sat watching the sky illude shades.
and the colors of water made me fall in love.
fall in love with this magical world of watercolors.

and in joy, i flew high,
into the sun, blazing ashes,
as i fall upon the ocean,
i see, the watercolors are now ash!