Colourful Bliss

Colourful Bliss

The world, as I see,

Is a great beauty.

Imagine our world colourless,

With nothing left to express,

Everything black or white,

Nothing to see, nothing bright.

Colours and colours it bear,

Beautiful and never to wear,

Admirable our world is,

And remain a colourful bliss.

Treasured Obsession

An obsession always emerged,

So strong into it we immersed,

Hard it is then, to come back,

Obsessed and getting the knack.

Our choice and our desire,

Time never comes to retire,

Seeking approval being tense,

The obsession becoming intense.

Obsession, not boon or bad,

It just makes you mad.