My indulgence with a blank piece of paper

Tonight, I am engrossed in a blank piece of paper.
The nib of my pen longs to kiss its immaculate White
but the nib hesitates since
it doesn’t have a purpose to do so…
Yet, it sensually runs on the paper,
doodling some incoherent lines,
penning scattered words ;
some here , some there.
 The White of the paper has a secret untold,
my pen knows it...
It knows that the White of the paper
has a VIBGYOR concealed within.

The pen unearths the hidden colors
with its write.
Sometimes, it finds
a playful Violet,
sometimes an indignant Indigo
and then a flamboyant blue,
a peaceful green,
a bright sweltering Yellow,
a tangy Orange
At some times, it also renders it
a dark gory red,
a passionate red too.

At other times, the nib,
decrees all the colors
to stay in harmony
in a wholesome write…