When the iridescent sky eerily descends,
It shades her maroon lipstick comely;
I sniff a redolent scent that soothes me
But a wink tickles to brush it off soon.
Sitting on the parapets with bright blues,
I dream of a breeze, to float to the clouds;
Desires to fly through the translucent blue,
Turn to paint the char below in blood red.
Morns I wake up with sun's orange scorch,
To unfold parables lost in a gloomy world,
But eventide falls; the dark befalls on me,
And I write my tragedy in a forlorn corner.
A few hopeful nights tuck me in my bed,
To wake me up smeared with shades of life;
Veneered by a glowing tinge are eventides,
When I hope to never see the sun again.
Sometimes, I'm spitting limpid rainbows,
In the clear horizons of my ugly thoughts,
But mostly, I'm sinking in the black voids,
Or soaking them all as a piece of myself.