Black and Grey

In these dark strokes of loneliness,
I try to sketch the desperate story of hope.
Constantly erasing the ever spreading lead of imperfect past,
I hold on to the shades of love,
Repeated & Overlapped lines to make them forever last.

In these shades of black and grey,
Change in the so called surrounding Illusions,
Threatens to annihilate the colors of happiness
With its silent yet intense death foray.

Beneath the dark lines of bright lights and glory,
Shows the sickening state of dementia,
And incomplete cries of the characters so sorry.
Ignored sometimes by the art of perfect hope,
Left as it is to be displayed,
For the ravenous world.

The shades of Black and grey,
The times when we laughed and prayed.
The colors were so bright, it blinded my way.
Not completely though, but I tried to erase.

With a canvas full of tears and inconsolable pain.
Hanging between the nails of sane and insane.
Constant exhibits of the times spent in vain,
Tears would just flow, and i want to be back again.
Cause I am bleeding with,
The shades of Black and Grey...