I am sitting in this world of colours....
Where, my life is just a painting.... And painters are these colours... I am sitting in a passage... Might be made of the glass..... Someone throws the colours... And paints my painting.... If he throws the red, its all red...if white, it is white..... I kill my people, cheat my people and also, I die for these so called my people....
Reason is colours.... Then I cry..... the colours change...so do I ... Then, who am I? Whats my colour? Then I go deep..... I find layers of colours... Which were thought as 'mine', one day by me... Dead colours...for which I killed and cheated....living ones... Deep down, when all layers are gone, I search for my colour..... To my surprise, there I find a colour..Sitting silently... The faintest and yet most pure colour... So delicate, that the colours of our ego and lust, Have hidden it.... I starve for this colour...I live for this colour... The colour is, Love......