Black, White and Gray

The first person inside,
Struggles to be free from the fetters of Poetry,
And sulks at the Futility,
Of enforcing ‘discipline’, and her black-and-white world,
Colorless, plastic and ‘Moral’

The second person inside,
With her perennial conceit, vehemence, arsenal,
Knows the chinks in the armour, so
Rattles up she, with forbidden thoughts,
Trespassing forbidden lands,
Unafraid of prosecution, while

The third person inside,
Torn between,
Two Thoughts, two Selves, two Souls,
Dandles;

Sits and plans 'the Day'.

(January, 2007)