The shattered skies of my mind bleed rainbows. I follow the ghastly cries of the voices lost; finding solace in melancholy, searching for a remedy to cure my malady. Masked by colours of the rain, the world covers its Grays, every face, a masquerade. I’m blind to the hues now, searching for shadows that once…

The papers were white, embodying the light, reflecting minds; The thoughts were dark, like shadows lurking behind; Words were rainbow; in those colours hides our life.

Would you be the sun In the winters of my life That’s freezing in dismay? Would you be my beginning As hope ends, everyday? Would you be the song That comes with the wind Carrying fallen leaves away? Would you be my sky That brings the rainbow After a rainy day?