Grey

 

'We're distant
My black, your white
Your black, my white.' 
You're right. 

Still and all
Let's talk grey. 
And the 256 other shades of grey 
Your screen can show. 
And their infinite combinations
Of their infinite permutations
You can see. 

Still and all
Do you see?
You put limits to your greys 
And put blames on your inability
To sense them apart. 

Still and all
Do you want to see? 
You start to roll your naive wheel of monochrome
Each time. Different speed.
You grain the moments in observations 
And heap the years in experiments. 

Still and all
Spectrum the black and white on pallet. 
And grey yourself. 
Relax in the smoke
As you zing in the slate 
Blush with the puce
As you put a lump in throat with charcoal. 

This time a little less distant 
Your grey, my grey
My grey, your grey
We're right.

//Life, a very few times, is black or white. Instead, it is a spectrum of grey which we happen to seek with chances and feats. Opinions differ, opinions change. How close we can get to each other, traversing through these variations, is what it is all about acceptance.

This writing is a progression showing how the differences when first noticed, are looked down upon. The most important is, do we even want to see the greys to acceptance? With awareness, comes the next part of working on yourself as we get to jumble through sorts of people and situations for lifetime. We feel and learn to fill up these gaps between shades.

It starts from oneself to reach the society at large. //

Smoke, slate, puce, charcoal: some of the shades of grey