Blissfully blind

I see the truth,

Clear and drab,

Bluish black,

Or blackish blue.

Sometimes even grey.

I'd rather be blind!

I dwell in pretension,

I prefer instead,

A vivid kaleidoscope,

Of perhaps,

Perhaps not,

I should,

Or should I?

Never sure,

Possibilities galore.

Ignorance,

Such bliss.

I'd rather be blind!

© 2009 Rituparna Das