The hue of truth

The colour of truth?

I wonder what my bronze pupil will reflect

The loathe to view the colour of blood

every time when skin is cut open,?

The ache that pinches, lets the window of my heart remain shut

The colour of ocean depths often makes us Frightened of?

on getting drowned in vast

on being lost

In the unknown, loud, chaotic frost

Yet in there we melt into misted calm

The colour of the Clouded sky?

In those the mystery that lurk

Often we ran off berserk

Well just to know that there is no halt to the escapism of infinite Merk

The colour of the sunrise?

our eyes await every dusk and praise

A surprise,

Yet despite it's essence all throughout

Oh got spilled those colour tubes into the canvas of life

Into that colour-shrouded canvas

my eyes sneak-peeked

I saw a colour

Well you saw another

Have l turned colour blind?

Is it you or me?

Or did the dye blend together to form the colour of emptiness,?

Can l say it differs for all eyes

Ohh!

Is it that

None know the true colour of the truth

Well is there one?