Let me be the brush
of life, I will paint
the will
not the devil;
will make the dark
spots grey, to soothen
the irony of scars.
Let me be the brush
of life, to have
the power to erase
the darkness
flying so high. Continue reading “BRUSH”
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HEAT
The sunburns are red
The tanning is gold
The marks are real
The sweat is glowing
With the heat of the town.
She is burning
He is burning
To fire the conscious
To light the lamp
In the heat of the sun.
The craving for water
To dive into the coldness
The hands are cold and wet
Giving the pleasure of ice
In the heat of the moment.
The pressure is on the heels
To stop jumping
To restore some energy
In this heat of the sun
Bright and golden
Glowing like a sunflower.
Eyes dare not open
In the shiny effect
The glasses kept me close
Waiting for the dark
To come and take
Me away from this heat
For a while.
Yet, I love this glow every morning
The heat of Sun!!
Copyright Bhavya Prabhakar
PHOTO BY PEXELS
