You’re betrayed for being depressing,
your hues are tiresome too,
yet, you’re the first sign of a bright summer day,
and you’re the measure of water
that is supposed to be colourless;
Dark- you contain galaxies,
light- you’re cool, sandy beaches,
your wounds are too diverse to be recounted,
and your lives too deep to be measured;
Your deepest secret is your ability
to metamorphise
into words,
inky words that create worlds
and emotions,
actions that despair
and celebrate:
you are the colour of victory
of life over defeat:
you are the colour of
the defeat of courage
over red rage.
your waters wash away wounds gently,
and yet,
you are demolished,
betrayed,
dethroned
to a small drop:
you are merely
a colourless
saline drop
© Geetakshi Arora
April 19, 2014
