The Right Pair Of Goggles

I look for a pair of blue goggles,
The ones that gleam brightly :
I long to wear them,
and see the world, as I may fancy!
But a world that is blue,
Is not what I wish to see.
The sky, the beautiful blue eyes
And a blue streak,even the rainbow
happily carries.
Why,then blue is a symbol of gloom and misery?
That doesn’t make blue,the blue to me!
Maybe, a pair of pink glares,
If I find them,
I would see the whole world
healthy, beauteous and a lot more chirpy.
Neither finding blue,nor the pink I look for,
I have a fleeting thought.
How about a Marilyn cat-eyed pair,
Whatever colour it may be.
Glamour and glitz,
Flashlights and fairytales;
The mere thought of vanity
gives me a chill,
As I quickly grab and gulp,
a humble cup of tea:
Neither social, nor do I have the wings of a butterfly;
Reclusive? No!
Loner? Umm, yes, maybe!
Black, it is said, is forever in vogue.
So, black it is; I decide.
No bohemian blue, no flashy pink;
And a cat woman? Not me!
But with so much darkness and everything so dreary,
Is black the right choice?
Haggard as Hamlet I am,
To be or not to be!
So much time has walked past,
that my vision is blurred now.
Leave aside the rainbow tinted glasses,
What a joy it is,
to see things before they cease to be!
Powered glasses adorn my wannabe Marilyns,
How crystal clear it all seems to be!
Beauty is in my eyes,
The colours are in my thoughts.
Artificial colours could never make me discover beauty;
It was all lying in a corner,
Waiting to be unfolded by who,
but me!
Everyday, I paint my goggles a different hue.
Blue, pink, black, silver….;
The colours no longer hold my reigns,
I see the Creation as I want it to be.
No symbols, no ominous interpretations,
Colours fill life with beauty,
Prod someone to know it better;
Someone who cannot see!

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