the road is gray
so overcast sky is
gray are phantoms of smoke that smother
gray is colour and not one too
like muddled brown white and gray
faded shirts, dirty pants and dusty bodies
my favorite pair of trousers too
gray is my mood, clouded by a cocktail
cocktail of boredom, of blandness
blandness to forget by pretense
boredom that threatens loneliness
why are all buildings white gray or brown
why are most cars painted same
why is that dust coated trees dont look green anymore
why does dulled wits dull me
why is that all i see is starvation, misery and greed
I need to live in an orange building
with vermillion walls and maroon ceilings
yellow roads and fluorescent skies
purple trees and scarlet fountains
rainbows omnipresent amongst multicoloured rain drops
laughing children play among bouncing birds
love seeps through radiant eyes
scintillating fragrances entrap the dancers
music made to move mountains, we swing to
as frying spices and meats fill senses
brushes colour great canvaces, more colours fill the sky

this cannot last. this cannot last
this too becomes bland
great food is like a rainbow, yet great food is great only till hunger is gone
the first look, touch, and kiss,attractive as they are
as only as great as the first orgasm
only to pass in moments and leave
forlone in blandness, loss without hope
work once done, leaves nothing for later
no pleasure no sparks of electricity