Dusting Off My Gray

 Suddenly.

A nightmare. A dream.

Took me to a step.

I freeze.

 

Curbing yet curing. I don’t know where I live.

Every instant changing my range from being pawn to minister.

                     I jump. I yell.

I realise that these are the only creatures. I’m afraid.

A positive in a sense.

Destructive the other.

 

I ask for where do I lie without indulging in any more pressure.

I lie for every new lie and think for the reality.

                          I cry.

And today the cry of ocean has got me a plank to travel.

To explore, new versions.

To find an answer, a diplomat one.

And in search of a person painted in similar shade to me.

Neither deep nor shallow but a perfect fellow.

 

From dusk to dawn,

I keep this process on.

Wandering on open grass.

A step towards a brittle glass.

 

Peeping. Cherishing. Shaping. Realizing.

Realising all are same but different in a way,

Variation of just tints and shades.

All blended in gray but separated by each gray.

 

The process is still on.

But now I play a role of heads for one and tails for another.

But still I land on the same plane. Indulging more and more in the quagmire of an answer.

For which I decide not to see, not to trust but let’s keep the life’s lust.