Light within a drop

Colours-mild, outright, contrast, mellow, bright, in shades of light, together, discreet, a vision, sometimes a dream, hazy with speed, still in a frame, molten, frozen, multiple, hues shaken and stirred, ripe with voiceless words…
Visible in pictures, or remain bold on life’s face spinning a tale, leaving an Everest to excavate. Soaked in mystery, smiling with revelations of undreamt scenes, volumes of truth stacked in browns, crisp with age, they claim their grave, dressed in seasons, singing of change, speck of wisdom floating in the bubble of time, look closer a reflection you will find, search your face drenched in shades of jade, magnify your nothingness in the circle of grace, dip the fine brush, sharpen its edge with dry paint and burst the bubble of time letting out all pace till stillness prevails. Watch the dazzle of dispersed colours; a verbose gain. The dash of abstract truth, painting patterns on vacuum, broken, patched, parched, slain.
The bluish tinge distracts itself to merge with crimsons of earthy threads; the vague figment flounces subtly as in slow motion to touch the impression stuck in the war of reality.
Ssh…. the sound is getting magnified, the light is finding its track, and colours are becoming clear with solitude of discerning depths. Swallow down the silver of birth…make the perfect image of life, filled with liberal colours reflecting the shades in the drops of rain, falling, forming your image on the wet surface, clear and close to right.