Mixed

A mixed bag of madness,
Everyone and everything obscure…
A dull feeling of existence,
An angst of sorts…

A mystical feeling of elation,
Rising above the rest,
An incomplete damp,
Eating into the euphoria…

Sly, scheming demons,
Pure, beautiful angels,
Lurk and co exist,
In a land of my own doom…

I pick and choose;
Conjure up moods,
To last a fleeting moment,
And a sliver of thoughts…

Insanity contorted,
Delight misjudged,
Life sailing on,
Amidst Laughter and Tears…

Shape Shifters

Shape shifters, sift swiftly past,
Small and humble,
Fluffy and inviting,
Painting vivid pictures,
On an ever changing easel,
Castles in the air,
Built from nonexistent bricks,
A hide and seek of sorts,
Smiling, laughing, moonlit,
A radiance so divine,
Untouched, peerless, calm…
A sea of clouds…
Dewy, white, clean,
Like life at its best,
Uncertain, yet beautiful.

Ruffles

The wind ruffles, and an ivy curtain moves,
Water gushes down in musical notes,
Anklets tinkle as pretty feet dance on the rocks,
The green folds caress curves,
The trails follow every tiny twist,
Every single turn,
Coy and Quiet, dark and blue,
Sad and wistful, restless and laughing,
Colour of moods painting pretty pictures…
The sky gazes down longingly,
Pregnant with desire,
As the earth dances,
To the sheer joy of celebration…