Clammy Shades Poem by Puloq Arafat

Farsighted drizzles are polarizing them!
I lay by them down-
And seeing their crimson orchid footprint!
Trauma signals itches-
Surrogate the clichés!
Nirvana……..
How do you paint colors?
You are ample and lucid harmony.
Walking accurate but..
Not so sure on one….
Everything splashes?
They dumped and challenged….
Be ready…go clamber up to the height.
Catch and hold tight the light!
Yard of eyes then dropping proto -
And saying, what more they crave?
Nirvana…?
Did you see anything yet on such souls?
Is it real….
Deserted souls can't catch-
The rhythm of inky enigma?
Do such souls die?
And can't even place your image in the earth?