Yet ripping through a moment that just flashes by
Futile attempts of holding on
Gripping the moments by their neck
Like a handful of sand that gets lost,
The more you try keeping it, the more it falls
What do you do that for ?
Apparent it is- the invincible,
It’s there for egress, all aware you are
All the fear screaming inside the encumbered head,
Insecurities painted, densely in bright red
The conscious trapped, walls of metal noising
Colors of emotions, cluttered – fiercely standing
Breathing the pure – yet, frail to cleanse your mind
Do you feel your core shatter?
Apparent it is, the impermanent,
Yet the yellows leave and the blues stay
Are you still unaware?
Why do the yellows leave and blues stay?
My head screams, amid the chaos and hinder
The sound of void - rings as divine in cosmos
All over my body, the warmth and a tranquil
Each cell entangled with the voice of nature
Flashing memories of the moments -eternal
I hear myself repeat the question again
In the dead silence, I ask myself-
I answer myself--
“The key to the wall of consciousness is not yellow- it’s grey”
Why do the yellows leave and blues stay?
The key to consciousness is grey.
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