Colour

the world is beautiful,
stunningly beautiful
like a rainbow
on a butterfly's back
heavily loaded
against green, blue, grey
all orange and indigo...
what ride! what joy!!

or is it ugly,
cruel, burdensome, horrifying...?
one drop that mutilates --
red, all red --
all significance of innocence.
dead of the night -- silence;
poverty, fate, compulsion...
all overpowering
the truth of my experience,
the essence of my being, my very existence.

the i victimized, the i full of endurance
does not like arguments of colour:

the world is not beautiful.

(23rd April, 2013. Tue, Ktm.)