Five Days

I saw a bizarre rainbow yesterday, Seven colours, All shades of grey, I grasped my whole days in my hand, But couldn’t give a definite shape to the clay. I probed the funny rainbow, “You are a liar" “Where are your colours?” “Where are those seven sisters of shade?” More and more, He poured me, With his infinite shades of grey. I met a rose the other day, Made up of dead leaves, about to decay, But when I looked down and saw no thorns, I realised why it was brown and wasn’t crowned. And she spoke: “If I, on my youth, Am seen as the symbol of love, What am I now?” And as I looked deep down, I saw a subdued beating heart. But covered with dead leaves All turning brown. I met a traveller the third day, His boots were torn, Baggage lost. I called him into my house, “Rest a while, aye nomad.” He rose up his hand, An unsteady wave, A hollow glance, A soulless body, Walking those automated steps. Blindfolded with his duty, And a machine inside his chest. I met a king the fourth day, Riding on a golden chariot, A golden body, With a golden crown. It seemed he possessed every human’s desire, As he sat on his golden throne.­ But his eyes deceived his flamboyance, Cause it revealed the vacuum inside him, He may have forts and forts of wealth and jewels, But they can’t fulfill his emptiness within. On the fifth day I met a beggar, His only possession was a torn sack, Half filled with scraps, An old coat acted as his pillow, The earth his bed, It was his home, wherever he laid his head. Neither was he happy, Nor was he sad, But somehow I felt his inner containment, He had no desires, he had no dreams, No inclination, no longing and no yearnings. - Avee