Stitching up the rainbow for the sky
I smear the bliss of a rainbow wedded sky on a moonlit night.
She winks at her eyes of sedate oneness.
Our bliss of love blinks at nothingness.
We remain mute spectators without any option.
Hysteria lasts longer than usual for all.
Synergistic symphonies sideline you at once.
I don't know how to deal with life lost in time.
We are what we are because of rainbow wedded sky.
I have been a rainbow at times.
Mosaic of my poems spiral over everything that I have signed up for a mundane life.
Where is the need to stitch a rainbow of flowers and thy fragrance?
(Copyright:© Mangalaprathaban Muralidharan, November 30,2023)
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