Colours
We saw in the mirrors of the wind,
how the scenes are changing
This image comes and that image goes,
the mirrors are trembling in this
That is why the eyes have become stone, that is why the dreams are melting
If we were on the ground,
we would have drowned,
but now we are walking on water
There are many colours,
the world is getting entangled in them
Somewhere a soap bubble is being considered the sun
It is just a dirty sunlight, everyone is now busy warming up in it
This is the mantra of a strange language,
we all are chanting it
Everyone has drunk the magic water,
has made life successful
Then why are the colours burning, the cheater has cheated with deceit
The chameleon of time has changed the colour,
the colours of colours have also changed
Let us go to the place where thousands of colours are smiling
This is colour Those who are laughing and giggling in the desert
Their laughter has an amazing magic,
They are bringing the dead to life
These colours wearing electricity are giving shocks to everyone
Even if you feel bad, what will you do,
how will you touch the electric wire
Those seven old colours that have been extinguished, are new just like embers
Earlier there were only seven colours in the count, but the new ones are countless
Whenever the wind blows,
the flow of colours starts flowing like an endless stream
Whenever the speed of time changes,
only then so many colours are scattered
Only in the ups and downs, so many ways of living emerge
These colours are the rhythm of the abstract,
the drizzle of consciousness in matter
The alphabet of the infinite creation,
these colours are the melody of light
Who is it that puts a greenish fold on the flat barren land
But there is a thorn in the greenery that hurts the soul
If these colours were not there,
nothing would have happened,
where would the light stay after coming
Then where would the rhythm of the verse come from, whom he calls by humming
The cycle of life would also not have existed Then,
there would be no echo anywhere
Whatever happens, I would be alone,
there would be neither victory nor defeat
These are the colours that create conflict, from there comes the string of creation
The king comes from there, the subjects come from there, the illusion-market comes from there
All the differences arise from there, yet there is unity
Our companions come from there, from there comes the strong opposition
The ray line comes from there,
darkness surrounds from there
The storm of confusion arises from there, the lamp still flickers from there
Thank you so much for reading. Have a great day ☺️🙏. @vikbuddy
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