#PerceptionPalette

Inevitably there will be times
When you’ll see me, quite flushed
Wherein might your skin tingle
On a dry boring afternoon
How are you tempted to walk?
In scorching heat, on a bizarre path
Oh! somebody seems to have ground
The rough rocks with fragile hands
Smoothened and cooled them down
Made lovely mosses of cruel sands
The wonderful feet of a soul so pure
May never need a burning cure
Being refreshed after such a stroll
If my tender air betrays cajole
Please throw those rocks at me
But don’t let me touch you.

Some instances of travelling together
Under clear skies or cloudy weather
When long hours of dearest music
Somehow makes you more tired,
In those days of stiffened gaits
If you find my shoulder nearby
Your mind heavy, eyelids drooping
And then naturally as it reclines
On the firm bearer, made pillow.
It is evident then, I’ll be exact
As a statue that is Vinci made
Or an old puppet hewn of willow
Lest nothing moves where your head lies.
No matter in that long journey
My vision will turn a darker shade
Navigating the abyss when I seek refuge
Punch my heart stone cold dead
Don’t let my temple rest on your head.

Heavens forbid! How I fear it
Incidents occurring in close proximity
A mishandling of chores by either
Leads to a fall which elevates
The pumping rate to sky high levels.
Desperately trying to shush the sound
As...