Treasure Island

ROCHISH MON

(4-11-00 / INDIA)

Color


My thoughts are green
My intentions are red
My feelings are yellow
My dreams are brown
My sorrows are black
My plans are blue
My passions are pink
My visions are white

Yet I am searching for my color
Yes I am searching for my color

Others who know me
Could not show my color to me
I myself too
Could not show my color to me-

Can anything be called that is my color?
Do I have a thing that is called color?

How to see my color?
How long will it take to see my color?

Is my living itself an endeavor to see my color?
Will my end be able to show my color?

In the state of confusion, I live on…
The moment I come to clarity
Will I be colorless and win?

Submitted: Saturday, July 06, 2013
Edited: Saturday, December 28, 2013

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