Colors

I have this wide open canvas in front of me.
A vast space.
I'm raring to fill it with the colors i choose to.
But they just don't seem to come to me.
These colors are elusive at best, and tormenting at worst.
They aren't defined, they mix and swirl.
Like the streams making a river.
And just when i realise the perfect color,

it disappears in this swirling and turbid mass.
taunting me of its existence yet its inachiveability.

Challenging me onwards to add that perfect touch to my canvas.

My piece of Sky

I look up
snatch a spot of blue
from the rising concrete walls
obstructions all
i look ahead
crane to witness the expanse of
of wide open blues with the wispy clouds
i want my piece of sky

Truth

Is chemically inducting happiness in your body wrong?

Don't get me wrong, I'm not talking about drugs or other kind of substance abuse... I'm talking about other means...inducing happiness in ones own body by various natural means available. (for the twisted read: exercise)
The basic fundamental of release of contentment and happiness is the result of the release of hormones like dopamine and serotonin form the pituitary gland located inside the brain. Is the abuse of this privilege a sin?, is it there to just fool you?, a fall back arrangement for you that pulls you out of your dump.

But is it for real?, i mean isn't it just amounting to fooling yourself, without changing your current and present situation, blinding you from the truth. people may talk about perspectives changing and thinking positive. to some extent it may ring true but it seems untrue on retrospection.

True happiness remains undefined.

Perspectives

It puts me in a quandary as to what constitutes this life. It become so over bearing and then suddenly it gives you just a small nudge; a friendly one; in the direction not unknown but certainly out of the rut. Taking quick breaks like this puts me in a perspective over things. Certain events give me so much thought and beauty to ponder upon that I sometimes start thinking that I’m becoming an emotional fool. Be it the rolling countryside in the night or the city lights from the airplane or the whiff of a woman’s perfume. Things just conspire together to give me beauty, which would have been incomplete if viewed in isolation; or; that particular perspective. The aroma of the countryside, vibrancy of colors in ones vision, a slow sweet wind blowing on the rooftop, temple bells tolling from afar, trains whistling in the distance, silence. All these are beautiful; And that brings me to another question as to what is beauty? What makes this life beautiful?

I’m not expecting answers to these questions, just seeking these little exposures to the answers that lie beyond my comprehension.