Layered

This beautiful sky above, with shades of blue- 

A stolen hue from the peacock's feathers, 

A grabbed tone from the nordic seas, 

And a snatched tint from the crystals of Ceylon.

The greens look subdued, 

But still asserting their presence, 

With a mix of mountain jungles and the muddy water stains.

The greys and blacks, 

Intrigue me a bit, 

The manner in which, 

They cast a spell of darkness, 

Astounds my knowing, 

And I become a seeker, 

To move towards the unknown, 

With the light of the known.

For the knower is always, 

In his incompleteness, 

Seeking beyond.

As I removed this layer, 

I saw a path, 

Grey and black, 

Revealing the possibilities that exist, 

Always, in different forms and layers, 

The ones we ignore or overlook, 

And miss the bewitching abundance, 

This existence offers every moment.