Colourless

Having taken flak

for penning always

a poem with grey

or outright noir undertones

I geared up to

to scribe a cheery one

A butterfly fleeting

from flower to flower

Or a bumble bee humming

a song unbearable....

could be a good start

for inspiration

Alas their wings gossamer

and ephemerality assured,

appeared more appealing

to the verse

How about the chirpy brook

hurtling down a hill in abandon....

It does become solemn though

in no time,

almost funereal

upon reaching the plains

Someone slipping off

a banana peel lying in wait

is more a stuff of a slapstick

and would not stand a chance

in the realm of poetry

howsoever funny it may be

to any who haven't been

the ones falling prey

to this slippery predicament

A lover lost in the eyes

of his beloved

dreaming of a life to live

'happily ever after'...

Now that could be a promising start

for a comedy of hope and errors

But then again I know

from the experience of the countless

how that dream would fade

like a dusk into darkness

And here's yet another

of my failed attempts

to walk away from grey

Afterall, grey too is a colour

albeit a tad colourless