Polychrome(Kanishka Roy) There's black, and then there's white,
Like the foreseen darkness, and the inevitable light,
The pure pain of truth, the unholy comfort of lie,
For the cycle to end, everything else must die.

Agree? Disagree? You're simply preaching to the choir,
Like the advocate of the devil, or the righteous god's lawyer,
One stands high, the other as low as they can stoop,
Both same, yet different, two ends of a loop.

Your thoughts, your skin, your spirit, your thighs,
Your mind, your breasts, your soul, your eyes,
Is infinity, as you are also one,
As aren't you binary; you owe to none.

Smear off the inked masks, look and identify,
The colour, dawn and dusk, the joyful cry,
Embrace the tenderness beneath the invulnerability shell,
Better than a false paradise, is an honest hell.

In your quest for infinitude, definitely you must see,
Before exploring the oneness which sets you free,
For the colours to tint you, your ears can't take the lead,
Colour those first with which colours are perceived.

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