Mood Colors

Moods Colors My moods are most confusing Viewed from the outside Borne aloft on potent waves Of Emotion's tides I struggle against the current Surrender all control Drowning in the waters As the cold enters my soul My moods must be confusing And it must be cruel to see A soul become a captive To pain and misery Sword, Hilt of a heart. Dazzling shine. Stainless steel, Amulet of the wolf. Dark marks, Sharp fangs. Don't mess with me today... Your hairs are like a light rain clouds; Dwelling in nostalgic, lovely moods; Debris of a sundown sky’s emotion Remains in a worship of a devotion ; Her tears of delight drop, one by one; A cool shower poured in by someone, In a dazzling, elegant, alluring surprise, Graceful, charming, relationships arise! The mirrors of a moon’s cheeks reflects lightly on sweaty peeks; while I reside, in low mild moods; Carrying her inside the wild woods. Life is ambient colours, We are shades in the spectrum The light bends around us, We are aura upon life Brightness, Transparency, Illuminated Are we upon the world, we are But like a prism, moods can change From one to another, a less bleak Aura can blend with situations And once vibrant can Diminish Subside Uninspired Life can drag you down, Became a shadow of our Former self, Our ambient colours of life Can brighten up others days, Or drag others down, We have Auras of colours that Can be as illuminated as any day, Or swallow us in the gloom, We are easel, a mixture of colours, Each slightly changing to the moods life plays.. Birth develops into marriage as folk grow. Wedding rings and precious things. All trinkets in life's treasure box. Makes for divorce from a marriage of minds. Love anew for one or two. A second chance, not marriage tho. Maybe to last until the end of blessed time. With luck. As the sky rips apart. Sprinkled with pastel pink. Maybe portents of potent storms to come. Morning moon glazed. White feather misted cloud covering. Almost icing sugar dust. Seems to protect her presence from winters icy blast. Early morning. A plane rips a bright slice through the sky. As she journeys home from temperate climes. Roofs dusted with the gift of Jack Frost and his magic wand. The morning changes hue. The ice slips into melting hearts. As love shouts loudly till death do us part! life it as its moods it can change each day we just never know what it brings our way what is round the corner what it has in store will it be like yesterday or the day before. it is unpredictable we really just cant tell will it make life nice or just a living hell. we just never know what its mood will be what it hold for us we have to wait and see Life is a special gift To live it happily To struggle it strongly To manage it boldly Each and every moment a miracle Was explained as easily as possible To see its beauty,Its purity To suffer,fail,gain at the same stage A phase to cherish,a path to realize A way to cry,a wish to dream A surprise to reveal A silent tear,a beautiful smile A long way to go Tasting failures,success with equal zeal Its surely a big deal! By Aliza Kashmala Kiran