Greyed Out

By Aarushi Singh

The world’s a mess of black and white

And rainbows that shimmer silently

And buildings of steel and brick

And falling tears of light

And one colour follows every other

With no illusion of privacy

Its a tone that holds up all the others

But disappears like a magic trick.

It haunts the world of happiness

Like a feather in the wind

But to few it appears like a friend

Come to comfort them again.

It’s the middle to some, to some the end

To others, the beginning.

To me, it’s the wallflower that holds

Up the world.

For without the light, you were never scared of the dark.

By Aarushi Singh