Life was peaceful
Running at its own pace
Riding the waves of the good
And the not so good
Drawing comfort from the equilibrium
I had found my own happy home
With checks and balances in place
Like a painting carefully laid out
Carpeting the cold tiled floor
Along came a ray of sunlight
Bursting the painting with joy unknown
Every colour sprinkled alive
Sparkling bright in their own glorious ways
Just then the season changed
Drops of rain dribbled from nowhere
The colours ran into each other
Helter skelter, here and there
Streamed onto the cold tiled floor
The painting could hold no longer
Remnants of the jubilant colours
But refuse to fade away….
