you know about such times
of love and supple breeze
of time and earthed sky.
A song you wish to sing now?
A calcined mirror absorbing your breaths,
watch it carefully,
a heavy heart shots of a mad sky
A mad song
it shall be
of your swollen deep magenta desires
of your clairvoyant dreams about him,
with a blurred picture of aesthetics.
You do not understand, for now.
He is just like cotton candy.
A bereft and a stark sky,
watching you depart
like a candle’s wax.
Stop your volatile behavior now.
for it shall tear your voice,
like a petal detaching from a beautiful flower.
Across this black room,
numbness shall rest.