Do you hear it?
Of the sky that has held tears for a littletoo long
Do you see it?
What it has brought
Trying to cover up its grey clouds
With the warmth of the sunlight
To thaw your cold heart
And then it appears in seven different
Red: for all the love and passion, held back
in anger in the form of blood trickling down their wrists
Orange: of stolen hues from red and yellow — as the rage awaits but only happiness they show
Yellow: for all the stolen sunshine leaving out the shadows you bring upon them
Green: of the nature you blame them to not fit into, of all the disgust you drape them in
Blue: of the sea and the sky where the horizon lies— separating them from the sky, drowning them in the sea when they wish to fly
Violet: of all the stolen hues of blue and red— keeping their calm despite the anger
A white canvas given to all
With a palette of colours
But the paintbrush is yours
Paint it the way you want
In hues that would only form an artwork
That captures your happiness.
After all, every artwork doesn’t need the
ideal sun with crooked lines hiding behind a mountain.
Have you ever noticed
The way a single ray of light
Splits into 7 different colours
Seven but all from one
Look through the broken shards
Do you see where it comes from?
Do you see where we come from?
From one single ray of light.
For all of us may be different
But we only take birth from one colour
And in the colour of peace we shall die in.
So stop trying to live the colourblind life,
Let colours leak out of their bottles
Before they dry up.
And if we ever told artists to paint the way we wanted to,
Masterpieces would never turn out the way they did.
And if we never sought for rainbows, the sun
Would never shine through the rain.