Living pigmentations of one’s imagination,
Inferring colors makes our vision blurry, but the scorching sun rests our eyes once again.
Fog covers the lenses of reality, making our eyes peel at the slightest sight of life.
Existence taunts our ideals and warps our abilities.
I was born on a hazy frosty morn,
when the dawn cast beautiful lilac hues;
a veil of this tint I have always worn,
it is my ambience, aura and muse !
Love all the stained trees with my fav' colour,
the tree tapestries hand painted by God;
scenes pigmented sublime in tricolour,
I breathe in essence- his work never flawed !
I am inspired to pen great poesy,
to paint words in divine saturation;
contemplating each line of poesy
for muse and my life is all elation !
I adore these tints and pigmentations;
this season that inspire my creations !
Reaper and Binder
Our thumbs do the talking nowadays,
The cyberspace filled with thoughts, expressions of different elements of the 21st century 's creativity.
I am talking inventions, engagements, arguments, rhythmic pigmentations and Lots of of infectious reflections.
From Blackberrys to Huaweis, to Samsungs, Sonys and many more digital diaries, Libralies, mirrors, alarms, calculators.... basically reliable android buddies,
What happened to the Easter Bunny?
Yes the Abyss excites thee but this rebinding is blinding the chapters of touch, culture, tradition, religion and simply the old skool human connection... so Lost in our pocket pals letting thumbs doing the talking forgetting how important eye contact is, we need it to avoid the rebuffing of a new reality....
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