Its been yore..
Since i daubed a smile on my pallid face,
And swathed myself in the golden quilt of rapture.
My legs feel numb and hands quiver-
With the quilt evanescent,
Exposing myself to the barbarous dark world.
Lying solitarily in the tulip fields,
Whose psychedelic hues fizzle out to pour some tints-
Into my colourless life.
I garner the water pearls on my hands-
The pearls that my eyes conceived-
After being pregnant with my blues..
And the tiny ambers of hope lambent in my heart-
Dwindles away like the crimson Sun fading into the Horizon.
Ah! The blue sea.
How i crave my melancholy to cascade down your throat!
For you to devour them and relive me-
'cause i lay bruised and mutilated
And find myself lost and mystified..
oblivious of the path i need to tread on-
To let rhapsody bloom....
P