Life has no colour...
How can you say love, life has colours?
Even though you know it's your perception,
Even inside the running train ,
you view from windows & can find
an ever changing colour of life.
Even you see the old cuckoo,welcomes the spring & the wintry withering nights,shine with the new dawn,& the dreary summer breeze rushes to embrace the new rain.
It's you who can see the night sky through the glass of happiness
& perceive those as glazing diamonds, & it's you darling, in your days of heratbreak you see the world with your blurred vision.
& may be why it appears to you,as a sea of sorrows & miseries.
So darling it's not always their fault.Change your glass & see through it with joy,
& You will find the World & I are still there..still