Mother nature at play

Waking up to his touch
My marmalade like
Radiant face.

Sun rays envious
Cerulean sky asks
For some Persimmon shades.

I fly like a butterfly
Painted so colorful
As dipped in nature.

Teleporting brightness
To this world,
Swallowing fumes.


Wandering like a gypsy
To shatter the shells
Filled with sulky flames.


Exhausted I collapse
My heart murmurs,
"Someone's calling."

I get up rapidly,
My electric nerves
Empower me.

Twilight received my sheen
World needs a fairer moon,
A blaze of amber.


The energy of galaxies
Rejuvenate me
When every being is fast asleep.

PS : This poem featured in Purple Hues, an international anthology published by Sanmati Publishers.
Initially I wrote it as a contribution to #InkBlood #Round2 #Entry8

Disarray

His indifference
Recreates a queer
Painting of pain.
In my spirit
I live a little more.
My body fades,
wishes to live less.
His absence
mars my existence.
I sink in the sea
Poisoned with ache.
Heart shrinks
With fears
I break down
In despair.
Distressed
With games
Folks Play
Thin lines
Between physical
And emotional
Mind wanders
To seek
Comprehension.
He feeds my demons
To play games
Instead of enduring
Melancholia.
Should I walk away
To part ways
Or walk closer
To belive
Its not fake.
It will not betray
My hopes & dreams
I had seen & believed
I shall live them
Someday.
With each stab
Im losing track
Of life, of love
Of hope, of cures.