ColourBlind

I seek to be the soul,
not the face.
Alas, you choose to see

the kohl-lined darkness

in my tresses;

the rustic undertones

of my tongue.

From behind dim shadows

of thickened desert palms,

gapes a white mirage

that continues to mock me…

Somewhere in between

these baffling shades of grey,

my mute wordwar
gets wrapped

under sands of doubt.

In these colourcoded lands,

how my creative colourful landscapes

silently wish,

for a world that is colourblind!