Cosmic dust- an ekphrasis

Touch thisDark melancholy,With those paleFingertips.Whisper the wordsOf silence,With yourSanguine ruby lips. Bring colourTo the darkness,Greens, yellows,Reds and strands.Touch this voidOf vacuum,With yourGentle, healing hands. And in your eyesHold the stars,But, there’s no needTo rehearse.Let’s fall and riseLike cosmic dust,Cause we’re the universe.

The colorful turmoil

Before you drown in slumber, as you lie in bed, close your eyes and turn inside, right inside your head. You shall see the vibrancy, the eye dazzling scenes, of colors merging in your thoughts, tranquil and serene. The yellows those have made your day, with greens that are alone, the reds that make you…