Comfortably numbed

Recoup said my mind

Per se

My heart wasn’t so kind


In the lap of nature,

A green color semi circle hanging from a brown straight line

Red no more means love

But the color of the choicest wine


Emotion - no more a feeling it is!

Pieces of expressions catalogued by disposition

And Pumped in various proportions


When the lights turn off

Small bubbles revolve around my eye

I don’t know what it is called

But I heard the wise call it the beautiful sky


Beautiful now remains a word in the dictionary

Or for the vile, a warning statutory