Meaning

“Define meaning…” 

 quoth the philosopher.

“Someone

 who puts on a new garb

 and

 elopes with every reader!”

 Quipped the poet.

Grey

“Human action, 

can never be completely 

conscious and rational!”

declared the philosopher.

“How can that be?”

questioned the confused scientist ,

“You mean,

 when it’s achromatic or colourless

 and therefore meaningless?”

“It’s a place…” intervened I,

 with all my poetic license,

“where black bleeds into white,

  white into black

  and

  includes everything in between!“

Paradox

 “I’m desperate,

 to put ink on paper,” I said,

“but feel uninspired...“

“Desperate to write and uninspired…hmm…” he remarked,

“How can that be? They don’t seem to go hand in hand…”

“Why not?” said I,

“Grey is a colour too!”