True Colours

The serenity of green,
So tranquil and fresh,
A gift of nature embracing the earth.
Peace like dew so soothing and fresh,
A scene of peace untouched.

The intensity of red,
So vivid and strong;
Love in its richest form.
A gesture, an expression so genuine and true,
A picture of love unstained.

The softness of blue,
So still and quiet;
Calmness descending upon all.
No storm nor distraction, no movement nor turbulence,
Simply calmness unstirred.

The brightness of yellow,
So vibrant and blazing;
Joy like sunshine so radiant.
A smile that lits up and never dims,
A portrait of happiness so full.

The pureness of white,
So transparent and absolute,
Reflecting in light and glowing in dark.
Purity endless like borderless sand dunes,
A painting strictly white.

Alas! Peace turned pitiful and green leaves have fallen,
because love has fermented and red has turned black.
Water is troubled dragging calmness with it and blue has faded away.
A storm has come taking sunshine away and gray invaded and took over yellow,
because corruption ate its way into purity and white is covered with a mixture of shades.

Peace and love have gone into recession,
Leaving us with a shortage of calmness and joy.
All due to the impurity hidden within men,
A disease malignant without a cure in sight.

Colours adulterated,
Hearts defiled.
A mutation lethal,
The prognosis - only time can tell.

Sunset

Some say only paintings can be so flawless,
but what if I told you I witnessed this with my own eyes,
and this snapshot even though not photoshop-ed
Still cannot compare with the actual scene?


Some say sparkles of love do not last,
Just like the momentary breathtaking moment of sunset...
But what if sometime after dusk,
A more spectacular sunrise awaits you?

If only

If only you knew the stories of my heart,
The corners and the bends,
The red zones and the green.

If only I knew how to present my heart,
If only there was a power point that could connect to my inner thoughts,
And project it as it is without need of words that are just so limited at times.

If only I could even illustrate the feelings of my heart,
If only I could express it in an indelible way,
If only my lips and heart connected without barrier.

My heart,
Cramped and twisted with unutterable bitterness,
My soul,
A heap of unidentifiable substance...

If only I had the ability to speak out my heart,
If only you knew that I did not mean the way I seemed to be,
If only we knew the way out...

If only...