I was under the umbrella When the clouds cuddled the cacophonic storms And the rain showered the droplets of distress.
I sheltered my skin from the acidic sorrow And saved myself under my poetic roof Where my mirror reflected my grey faded face.
I was breathing inside the suffocated air Like a heated coal burning my hair Where my clock bonded up with the darkest hour of time.
Those beasts scratched my colourful eye Instead they sketched them with the hue of black and blue dye And so I could feel there is soreness in the air.
I resonated myself apart from the doom And pigmented the prism in my holy heart Redressed myself with halcyon plumes And clipped my hair with the ebullient glinting stones.
I slapped the anguish agony and aroused the hope inside me I scattered my curtains Which broomed my blemishes with its blooming aura I could see the sun and rain rejoicing and whirling in the peachy sky.
They blew the cold breeze among the grey cloud I could see how they celebrated the euphoria and their contentment They illustrated me the statement of “Dance in pain, for the gloom will sweep away”.
The raw remorse upon the rain and scars upon the sun When they blended themselves they promised they’ll sow the seed of forever happiness And will glow the lanterns of hope in that ever widening sky.
I could see the sky which bid me a warm hug and flowers of love Where the winds jingled the tones of melody in my ear They painted rainbow in my eyes And threw the colours upon me Like the confetti filled with bliss.
I then took my palette And portrayed a red rose upon my shawl Wore an orange orchid brake in my hair Tattooed green ferns upon my forearm Puffed the yellow balloons with fair air, gifted an indigo acrostic And vibrated a violet violin for the Rainbow.
It made me realise that, You don’t need to turn your black cloud into white Instead wait for an hour And allure the bloom of colourful twilight.
"Just hopeless romantic٫in a hopeless world. A painter living in a colourless world is hard. The dark dot on the white canvas. The bad song that gets worse. The misfit٫the outcast. The kid with the bad past. The book thats filled with the most dust. The one who grew up way too fast. The bad stories with no heroes. The error in the ones and the zeroes. But also the spark. The fire in the dark. The big bad lone brown wolf. The one who is used to having it tough. The one with the most scars. The always failing;always shooting star. The brown lion king;with the biggest mane. For the battlest won with the deepest pain. What I've been through could've killed you. I saw the sky dark before i saw it blue . So when i pull back;don't think me harmless. I've just seen enough harm;I just want to harm less."