Playful sun – K.B

Playful sun

 

 
Hide , seek !
The big orb
Is funny
Today.

He appears,
Disappears,
And drives
Me mad and
Sad.

Hide, seek,
A set of sunset
In prime
Time,
Season of cultivators
And fornicators
Tingling of glasses
No funny looks
But empty eyes
Near the powder
Room,
The kinda powder
You inhale to pimp
Yourself up
End up in breathing
And cardiac arrest
With a tainted joy,
If joy at all.

Hide, seek !
1, 2,3 sun,
1, 2, 3 no sun.

As the soul
Levitates,
I escaped
Any gazing
In my dreams
And peaceful
Rest

Tra la la
La la la
Lo li lo lo
Lolooo ….

 

 

K.B

 

 

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