a mishmash of colours

is it a window,

or is it a net i see,

or some cipher hidden in randomness,

could it be?

it could be a window to another space,

or covered with a curtain,

hiding some place.

a mishmash of colours,

red strokes on the edges,

and a sprinkling of red in between,

yellow spots all over,

what could they mean?

an uneven six-by-four grid i see,

each cell enclosed in thick black boundaries,

smattered with thin strokes of blue lines on each,

tell me oh painter,

if you were trying to teach,

some deeper truth, beyond our reach?

oh well.

or was it just some random muse,

that led you to splash the colours you use,

i see you have inspired some words,

is that what you were inching towards?

(written in the coffee lounge, idling away staring at this mishmash of colours on the wall)