By Hasham Khalid
Green is swift with her enumerations
You could call purple a gift
Or a fruit
A new culture of appreciation
Not that the grey makes any sense
Or semblance of blue throws you in
with the rest.
I seek a new metaphor
For flight
An escape from tradition.
The blossoming of water
In drops spread on your skin.
I should endeavour more
To knead the substance floored
In my mind.
Construct a new horizon
In tangerine and pink.
Black is the absence
The old abscess encroached upon the heart
Burn it with yellow dancing
In agreement.
My body feels lighter on your easel
Where I crawl amidst
unrealised dreams
And fictions,
In colour.
Hasham Khalid is a poet from Pakistan. His poetry is inspired by the organic life of the cities he has lived in. He tweets @afterdoubt.