When medium is changed light deviates,
And the seven beautiful colors,
Appear as a beautiful rainbow,
Plurality is the offshoots of singularity,
Let these colors play their roles,
On the day of convergence,
There will be no color,
The rainbow will be converged at the focus.
There we shall see a white shining point.
Human color vision is trichromatic,
It’s your vision that makes many colors,
We are subjected to a cycle,
Convergence and divergence,
Confined in a point,
We all would be waiting,
For another divergence,
Another illusion,
Another deception,
Another rainbow!
Sweetheart,
Colors don’t exist,
Tastes don’t exist,
Sounds don’t exist,
Smells don’t exist,
Touches don’t exist,
I don’t exist,
You don’t exist,
It’s thinking only thinking,
That really exists.
Whatever you feel an illusion is it,
And you fight so cruelly,
For these deceptive illusions!
Think and let others think,
Everyone has his own specific thinking,
Live and let others live,
Everyone has his own specific living,
Life is an illusion, enjoy it as a dream.
My dreams are colorful,
You come in my dreams as a different beloved,
Everyday a new color of your dress,
A new fragrance of your hairs,
A new taste of your lips,
A new amazing touch,
You clever sweetheart,
You don’t know my thinking soul,
Recognizes your naughty soul!
Sweetheart love is a feeling,
And feeling is thinking,
Think more of me,
Feel more of me
Love me more,
Before we all are converged.