Colour Palette

1. Light
Stands guard
Against itself
Piercing into the dark
As it cuts itself apart.

Like a blinding
Gaze
There is a peremptory
Stoppage of steps
Things stand still
Just in a blink
That were in motion
Earlier above
In the airspace.

2.
There is no escape from
The colours that drop upon
Us
Each follows the other
Keeping a track of our
Movements
Having sniffed the ground
That had traces left of us.

We are drenched in ultraviolet
Before it gradually fades into
Oblivion

Colour Palette

Figuratively across our
Contours
Slants of neon flicker & flit
Around us
Like a serene echo of an
Intercessory prayer
That goes unanswered.

3.
As the flashing orbs
Come rushing to the crime
Scene
The body of evidence
Captured
In staccato, false flag attacks
Life stands alone
On the tarmac
Silhouetted in a slow burn
Arrhythmic flutter
Neither taking off nor landing
In a stationary shudder
Its palette marred by the
Indiscriminate outpouring
Of an unexpected grief
That seems out of place
With its usual fortitude
Calling into question
Its claims of previous
Infinitude;

Colour Palette

As if the blood-dripping obscene
Is the only pigment
That remains resistant
To change
In this rollercoaster stand-off
Between hope and ruin.