Grey
by Amish Regmi, Ramapo College of New Jersey
Credulous and bright yellow but delicate within
Dark and distant, deconstructing the moments that I lived
Painstakingly adding bright colors of optimism that won't last
Grey clouds resurface again from within
Icy winds have shed the heart of spring
And I stand like the hollow trees, broken, stark and lifeless
Darkness resurfaces buried memories, none which are green
And grey transforms to black through nightmares
Like a leaf constrained by the frosty currents, I am floating to the unknown
Though the years feel gloomy and squandered, I have grown
The sky ahead feels darker, am I destined to face a challenging storm
Perhaps grey on the inside being projected onto the world
And at those bright fickle additional layers of paint, I scorn
The shutter speed, aperture and illuminating intensity are converging
But the greyness inside merges polluting even a newborn's purity
They see flickering candle in the windy blackness, but not me
I'm gravitated towards the mysterious, clear yet confusing grey again
A mere illusion, perhaps, but nothing seems to matter more
I transcended through it, how can I escape it then
Dubious and grey and rebuilding within
Dark and distant, constructing moments that I will never live
Accepting all the fleeting bright colors cannot challenge grey’s hegemony
Questioning destiny and the permanence of grey, I learn to live.
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