I ain’t on intemperance but lost,
In the white colour of the sky,
And the distress occurring within.
In the shapes and size, I wasn’t made.
The purer self which wasn’t portrayed.
The way a drop fell in the kingdom,
Eradicating me along with the yard, I created.
With every ounce of my wealth ,
The one I was never pretentious of.
Perishing there with the blossoms
Not my zeal to be but my essence.
As I was trying to wither with them,
In the colour of stability, harmony and peace.
I never yearned for anything more,
Wanted wisdom in all the chores.
I prayed to be relinquished from thy world,
As it was nothing but a fallacy,
That the colour white is the demise,
It’s scary, how colours are defining
how ending looks like.
But if the colour white is peace,
Maybe it is the colour of existence.
The beginning of vivacity,
Like a new canvas with no colours but white.
I want to relinquish myself in that canvas,
Stray in no other colour but all white.