Thursday, March 20, 2014

Blind Vision

I do not know what a blind can see
Blind to everything else, I see you.

I do not know the color of darkness
Black, grey, green or blue
In my foggy vision
No color seems true

I reach out and stumble
Not because I cannot see
But because you keep moving
From defined trajectory

I look for props,
my hands outstretched
with nothing to hold
in dark I tread

if at all you could once
look back and see
my blindness will illuminate
with bright ecstasy

My blindness is vast
Yours confined to me
I don’t see anything else
You see all but me

In this selective blindness
Your and mine
We have built our worlds
In strict confines

I do not want to break free
You know not you are held
We celebrate colors of captivity
Blind to everything else

I wait for the day
When my blindness is complete
I do not see my world, you
And rest in peace.



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