The Blue Chaos
Sitting in this
Dark blue Room
That reminds me of crystals ,
I'm calling for stars.
My hands — are throwing fire
To people that spread chaos.
My blood is — running through me
As though , it were cold water.
It's twilight,
The sea is sleeping :
The clouds are painting
Blue-Grey-Black drops.
It's raining ,
People laughing—
Animals hiding
And the moon smiling—
From behind the clouds.
The blind
Is guided by the moon .
The churches :
Are singing merrily
The candles —
Clothing the empty street.
Restless spirits are passing by ,
While this nightingale sings .
My hands are looking like ;
The lakes of stars
In this blue-sea room.
I run outside ;
And get greeted by
The Rains.
Homeless Eyes staring ,
At those Content Eyes
That are complaining of
Not having much .
The street dogs
Getting mocked ;
Praying to God
Stop these rains .
🌟
-Ridhima Joshi
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