Rose Coloured
on Poetry
Thought I can stay forever,
With me whatsoever,
In the sky with no texture,
And gray in every definition.
Neither sway by the rose-colored sky,
Nor wither like the fallen saffron,
Just quiet in my own fractions,
Which never adds up to the random attractions.
To dive in one’s eyes,
Was never my intentions,
Strange how it happened,
I wonder at my indulgence in those out of the blue questions.
Do I really want the sky without any texture,
Can I live this gray life amongst stunning sensation,
Remain artless in this ringed life,
Imagining one of those Rose-colored lives.