In the Pepsi Isle of blues;
It’s sweating high.
Tear beads shower upon the dry river
When manipulative sceptres glow.
Raped thoughts vibrates, while
Ornamental pageantry stages..
Costumes fades- grey shades;
Four walls echoes, reverberations..
Vigorous temptations sprays,
Forgetting someone’s hailing dreams.
A slum in shits and spits
Votes for their humanGods..
Still..the Refulgence glimpses
Among the worms in the wounds..
Women shares a cry with her womb,
When vultures waits for the next…
The cloud collages a canvas slip,
Colors hides the snowy feelings .
But hopes for the rainbows n dews,
Flowing gently through the waves of life..
– Haritha Unni