Simplicity of Salt and Pepper

I wish,
My grandfather's old album,
My grandmother's glorious youth,
My crisp white school shirt,
The paradisaical white dove of peace,
would get some character,
That it would get some colour.
I wonder,
If I shook the salt and pepper shakers,
hard enough,they would turn blue.

If I stared at the sky long enough,

it would turn orange.

If I danced with inimitable joy,

my movements would get fluorescent special effects.

If I cried with enough passion,

my tears would colour my life.
If I smiled with enough splendour,
it would reflect the rainbow.

I chose the colour blue for my blog because I think it represents the sea.It's limitlessness and the colour that it possesses within it's surface.

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Pooh Paradox

Maybe we weren't created,
by the same God.
Maybe there aren't remonstrances,
for the unequal casting,
of the so-called play,
that we call life.
Maybe the creator, in his swings,
was being sadistic.
He wanted a potpourri,
but I do not want a dried flower.
I may have to live in the garden,
but I leave alone nonetheless.Burdenless.
Take that away from me,you can't.
He can't.
She can't.
It can't.