Poem: Blue’s Disguise

By Bakul Sharma

This is where I guess
the blood meets the ground.
Unwise labyrinths on the
chest of the hill,
like an old, wrinkled face.
Iris coloured giants, horizon
with the blue wintered sky.
Sun filling into my eyes
like a giant, diamond haze.
Was there a river too?
Omniscient, transparent.
Beauty lies in the green
yet my fear resembles
the light-eyed monster,
with shredded hands, the trees.
Deep and clear but in
every breath a new emotion,
evolved and murdered,
by no one else but me.
I decomposed the core,
myself, in swettering
heat, with air still beside
and melted out to myself
the dark reality,
a mere blue’s disguise.


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