the colour harmony!!

It feels numb to walk out of the familiar street of clustered love and longing to the vastness of apathy Hours Wet streaks dry, famine down your cheeks Prayers Hope, like dark clouds drifting away Words, assumed comforts                                                                     Left over sourness of distant stare and the immediate chill You walk out the dragging breath, half built bridge. The bunch of females, his mud plains of unejaculated coital mirth

The legacy you pass down to your son, sits at your backyard showering flowers on to a pit Golden white fur breathless, still lovable sleeps, over ants mud, dry leaves and tears He sits lost, recollecting the pet names, the cuddles, the warmth that spread through his feet And I, stare through the million mounds over my senses The barren cemetery Lit by my solo cigars