Thursday, 16 February 2017

Changing Colours

I  painted  the wall deep blue,
No translucent light  can come inside  the enclosure,
The  knock of ostentatious breeze is strong enough,
To  create crack on my resilient aperture,
The intensity of tap is powerful and potent,
My heart, despondent to  capitulate near you,

Rivulet of  sentiments  now decorated my horizon,
With variegated  colours,
The sands became red and deep is ink,
The shades of my pimples ,turn pink,

I find me remoulding, in loving  dreams of thee.

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