Life spirals around like a monotonous silken thread
Trespassed from the loopholes of the horizon.
Am I daydreaming or its a portrait of insane art,
Imagination carved in disguised,
Salvaging earth as an imperishable soul.
Creatures lie fractured in a transparent jar,
Jar brimmed with beetles, bugs and seagulls
Highly superficial elements leaching on thy soul
Mapping the knots in indigenous brawls.
Am I unfurling the hidden motives of an artist?
Unveiled by layers of intense emotions.
A monk dressed blue, dissenting ivory blues
Chanting hymns of the stoic philosophers.
Kisses of sky glued on purple pale lips,
Carrot swooned aesthetically in its grip.
Being coveted in his gloves, draping fresh red pulp.
Am I fantasizing romance with nature,
Or elegance shoved my soul in the illusionary tale.