Colour of Water – Part 3: The Cruel strand

Blue, green or clear water
Mesmerising beauty
Hides demons of cruelty


Black, diseased with death
Camouflaged with sweetness
Disguised as slow death
Scotch, Beer, Wine,
Whiskey or Vodka
Consume with addicted passion
Will claim your life
For you see, nothing is free
When cruel greed is alive

A deceptive mirage
Enticing, beckoning for a cool swim
Hiding my depth
Claws of deepness
Which capture, entraps, and drowns?
Death is the end result

Furious with nature’s swings of mood
Heaving high into waves
Severe flooding, tidal waves
Are the bitchy names
A bitch I am indeed
Engulfing countries, civilisations
With ravenous rage

Yet I am a necessity
For I have the power
To give life or death
I control all
In Living and in death
That is the colour of me
At my cruellest

Meena Vyas
C. September 2003