“It’s the exploration that brings me to my innermost self”

Layers and layers make me who I am,

There are times when I fade

And times when I ask for gem

For I can become a Jade.

Even if right and wrong exist,

It’s the grey, which is always lived.

For wrong could be a “Demon” and

Right always the “God”

Who is then a “Human”

Experiencing the magic and living the “fraud”

If the right is “white”

And the wrong is “black”

Its for you and me to decide

What is it that finds us back.

I am not the “God”

I am not the “Demon”

And guess whats coming to my mind

I am only a “Hue-man”

The hues in me neither make me sight,

It’s the colours such as blue green yellow in me

Which mix well-

To make a bright shining ray of light.

If I am not there its only dark,

And that’s the beginning of “black”

Just to remind the “Mind”

That its the darkest shade of grey- “Demon” one step behind!

As I pass through this prism called “life”

I come to believe it cannot be grey, black or white.

Its beautiful, colourful, every layer a paint,

Non judgemental – neither makes me Bad or a Saint.