mix and match - a justification

a background that refuses

to back down.

loud, if only, 

to protect

the subtle.

light - to see 

as much as to blind.

looking for meanings

in the holes

through which

the words peep out,

or sometimes

into which they hide.

strain your eyes.

work your hands.

leave resignedly.

stay on

determinedly.

do something.

anything.

just leave the laziness to me.

codes of silence

words spill out

from the corners

of the evening,

walk into the night

curfewed into silence,

unsure but proud...

“is it worth it?”

reticent night

chooses not to answer.

and so,

the spillover continues

unabashed

uncaring

of dawn’s revelation.

penalty

in a quiet corner

fire emblazoned

lies a bundled holdall -

fragmented lines,

uneven wrinkles,

blotched ink scrolls,

and 
blotted thumb prints -

who dare give fate

a red card?

of spatiotemporal shades

a flash of darkness

a blot of light

the faltering reels

of a monochromatic life…

tainted tints

blushing palettes

the treasured horizons

of rainbowy deaths…

infernal contempt

in hues of bland

the uneven tones

of no man’s land…