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The Way I See It

 


I was determined to paint my fate
it had been looking monochromatic as of late
that cold night, I coloured my world warm
the first rays of dawn patiently waited to inform
that everything I painted white, to my dismay
was nothing if not a long stretch of grey

I grabbed my brush once again 
in that summer air, I coloured my world blue
and ran out of all my shades
when it came to capturing sun’s golden hue

My world felt dark and dull
I was questioning my art
when the rain showered upon my world
giving me a fresh, colourful start
the spaces I’d filled with black, to my utter surprise
lay between the greys, where utmost truth lies

Tempered with the rain was sweet sunshine
making a half circle pathway for colours to rome
the shades poured over like streams to the river
and decided to call my eyes their home

I started seeing colours 
and shades entirely new
realizing there's a colour palette
designed for my mind too 

I'm not the writer of my destiny 
but I don't need to be
All I need is a brush 
and some creative liberty

***
Thoughts: 

'The Way I See It' is the Persona's interpretation of the world at various junctions of his life.

As a child, his naive mind painted the world in a bright, ever-optimistic light in accordance with his fairytale-like experiences. Eventually, to his dismay, sunshine threw light upon the reality- 
"Grey coexists with the white" 

After having learnt this, he embraced the truth with deep disappointment. His dejection convinced him the world was gloomy, dull. Eventually, to his surprise, rain showers washed away his false perception implying-
"Greys coexist with the black as well" 

He was left utterly perplexed. If not white, if not black, if not warm, if not cool- what colour palette is the world after all? 

The universe gracefully enlightened him by blessing the Persona with eyes strong enough to store all the colours of a rainbow, as they poured into his mind's eye. 

He may never find out what colour palette the world truly is, but now he has one of his own- enabling him to paint his fate.




Comments

  1. Intriguing...a rather abstract addition, this one...leaves the reader with a unique thought, "don't just perceive what you get, strive to acquire what you perceive", or, in a nutshell, to take creative control...well done!

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