Under the crowded exhaust,
Below the flying kites,
A wound glides.
Lies down, the heaviest light.

Between the cancer of life,
Strives under, passionate.
A glee of sight,
Hanging skies, as ether imbibes.

I see you.
You see,
Glazed rhythms, echoing under silence,
A screamless itch parching minds.

We lie.
A sorrow, senseless lights spilled.
Under the canopy of
Sterile, bright green life.

Gray-colored days last,
With a fragrance of flowers,
Deep colors lost to past nights.
A wave blows the colors far.

An enigma in the womb of ether,
Flowing emotions and nurturing passions.
Divided red, sorrows fill the mind.
The blues chased away through till end.

Preceding waves pass,
Moonlit skies divide
Into lands, God's cry.
Descend the divine, a mark.
Unsewn, threads hang.
Cut, one's lost it all.

Broken hearts cry,
Sullied maiden flies.
Her last flight—the broken kite dies.

One lost, one forever gone.
Soiled is the conduit,
The amniotic fluid
Of wombs—conceived is the final life.

Ether, as it imbibes
The fabrics of life,
Divided—red and blues,
The final anchor of life,
The grace of emotions and flowing wills.