Theme: Love

The True Colour....

by Mandar Karanjkar
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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......
  

07-Nov-2010

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