Sunil Shandilya

One sleepless night, squandering in my bed,
Flashing the torch, out of my blanket's net
The gleaming white, despersing in my eyes.
Through rustling of pines,
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Dark, brown, hazel
Thy hairs, I'm keen to sense
For my eyes narrate, ardur's resemblance, a peach
But my soul, finds her to be aquamarine.
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The molten red, casting a bronze spell
eyes savouring the phenomenon,
I, standing besides myself, detached.
"We need shackles", I said to the ghost.
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There's a spirit behind the window
Agile, bewildered and restless
Directionless it moves, vague and senseless
It's made of all hues and shades
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A certain awe, of greens,
of all its shades and hues
Henna being poured mother,
all the reds, crimson, brown, Losing its colour.
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Blue seeping through veins,
Of not flesh, of not mobile
Of earth, of yearning of soil.
Of green hairs, that sow every fall.
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The dusk, crimson
My solitude, in unison,
Momentary, twilight
The grounds, glimmer
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Gold suffusing into lapis lazuli
A costermonger, offering cotton candy
feast as you please, they are, free.
"Am here and still, in front of thee."
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Frost from that distant snow
Breezing into my nares and brows
Blue, cold, lifeless and consuming
My brother, sneezing without a flinch.
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