It's kaleidoscope, baby
The red glare of the departing sun,
Sky's horizon calling it a day
Wok on fire, and your tedious beats
It's kaleidoscope, honey
The bottle green shards of whiskey,
Plants on the window sill
Pills scattered, turquoise green
It's kaleidoscope, see all around,
You're drowning in your blues,
Drinking all that pain
I know the sky holds vignettes of grey
I know that blue book, and what it says
It's kaleidoscope, darling,
All your secrets and longing stares
The yearning so colorful
But, the pain drains it all,
Doesn't it?
YOU ARE READING
A budding writer's collection
PoetryJust a bunch of poems written as and when I feel to write them
