I have dreamt about stories, washed with colours and brightened lights,
a sun that lasts forever, a lover's angel in disguise.

What a dream it would be! if it were to come true,
sadly, I am vaporising in greys, in a play of me- snap, stitch and sew.

Amidst the air, crowded with crows,
they ask me, “Would you steal the sky or continue to roam?”

Brooding here and there, seeking the ways I never knew,
sang all the colours, now I am left with only tunes.

“I hear no voice, lost I am in the void...”
where, the dark, it wishpers to me, if I continue to sleep or listen to its thousand cries.

© Inblues