Pick a colour

Pick a colour

This corner of the room is white,

Colours don't suit it.

All those lost poems,  

That turned blank sheets ripe,  

Bleed across on the other side. 

That corner of the room is blue.  

That colour might suit you. 

The center of the room 

Is strangely dark.  

Where stark neon and pink afloat,  

Smiles and grins gloat. 

And from the corner that's blue 

Those neons are quite a glare. 

But nothing's as bright 

As the corner that's white.  

Oh, that blinding white, 
Here, will the lillies bloom on fluff clouds.  

Here's where you wish you could belong 

Yet you hate the spotlight.






30th December'19
Amrita