The mutiny

 

The I runs deep within

Hidden like blood in vein

Devours and loses the feed

To go on and on..the time ticks

Then I lose the hands to calenders

The watch falls off somewhere

In the stacks of hay,  so softly

I barely heard when I lost it

Yes, the herbs grew into trees

By now the nests are disolated

The hay was lost in sunshine

For I have been making it..

The flap you heard somewhere

Was lost in the din

But I can find now colours

Much as one can find

Sprayed every dusk on sky

Slowly heading towards night

The redness brushed shades

The losing blue of graying cloud

The dispersed rainbow behind curtains

In wait of a breathless breeze

That often carries the cloud with it

And the sky is left with a dark

There are shades aplenty, therefore

Within hidden  dark streets and corners

Much like the sip of a fragrant liquor

Easy to scoff at and bitter to gulp

And a life to a drunkard

Who loves his head to reel ,

Every night.

 

Delhi

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