There is a blue cloud
Inside my neck.
It is called as Fear.
Whatever I see,
Seas, skies, sun and shoes
Gets coloured in its
Colour of blue.
Choking the air my breaths,
Blocking the rhythms of my heartbeats,
Like bugaboos, this cloud of blue
rains droplets of crystalline poison of blue.
Dazzling serpentine spread-sheds
Or all those majestic-headed roars
Seem to be a memory now remote
For, the king of the jungles are now merely teeny boars.
All this because of
This cloud of blue
Inside my neck.
But, not bad it is,
The cloud of blue,
For it sticks with me
Better than any artist’s glue
It stands by my side,
like a love true.
I too seem to fall in love
With this cloud
of blue.
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