Feeds

She tried hard Not to think of her blue heaven Still painting with that very color Thought to gift her house, a fistful of sky To inhale at her leisure. She borrowed from jasmines, The selfless love to emblazon her walls Not realising, jasmines live to die everyday. Something was amiss Yeah, she remembered. Frantic searches for that corked bottle in every nook and corner In which she stored the volatile crystals of life Only to find the cork under her pillow Afterall a house too wears its expression Just like hers.

Emotions overlapped on the palette Shades are born Some light some dark With intermingled boundaries yet sharpened corners. Sun borrowing brightness while moon awaiting his turn holding a lamppost. Seasons serenading at the window, the rainbow songs. Stacked in the midnight cupboard "I" Wearing them Unaware of each "me" Thinking Monochrome is better version