The sky’s lit oranges …
Birds float in the sky
As a romantic poem…
Clouds are a jazz
Of Abstract sculpture …
The aroma of dusk
Lingers as colorful light…
Sweet breeze kisses
My cheeks like
Buddha in mediation…
The sky is breaking
Into streams, valleys
And hills…
I am floating in
A dream ….
My eyes melt with
Joy ….
I am sedated in art…
Sunset, an ode
To a joyful music…
Lyrics of the sky
Live in the textures of
Love …..


Author: Anand Bose

I am a Hellenic Philistine driven by the mad pursuit of aestheticism, an existential nihilist and post modern deconstructionist. I am also a Christian Apologist.

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