The "Colours Of The Unseen"

The "colours of the unseen"

The unanswered questions that I often look for, 

Trigger my brain , prick my heart. 

And I, like a wandering soul,

Searching for dim light, In the darkness too sore.

 

The hidden meanings, the uncracked codes,

Pictures that say something and mysterious quotes.

And I, having a look at them, But in the first glance, they refuse to expose. 

 

The future, although way too far, 

Raises doubts, develops confusing thoughts,

And I, thinking, "What it would be like?" 

Every minute, every hour. 

 

The colour of the fruit, not same as it's pulp, 

As the unanswered questions, 

The hidden  meanings, 

the future, not forseen, 

And I, trying to peep, look deep inside, 

Trying to see, the "colours" of the unseen.