He said the sky is always blue
And I didn't believe
When I walked out of the bar
Puffing my second cigarette
In the middle of the afternoon
After drinking four rounds of whiskey
And a kamikaze in the end
I argued, the sky changes colour
According to its mood
Red when it's angry
Pink when it's in love
White when it doesn't feel a thing for anyone
My heart is same
Multicolour for you
Like the tinted window panes
That hides our crimes
Gives us privacy
Keep the outside world apart
And I hide your name
In the back of my tongue
Rolling all over until I find your lips
And turn them into pink in love
(But he still says, the sky is always blue)
YOU ARE READING
The sky isn't always blue
PoetryThese are some of my poetries. I wrote these poems during some very tough times in my life. All I can say is that writing saved me!
