Ah! The vast azure so blue Cerulean hyacinths bloom upon my soggy skin Dreams drown in my bleeding ocean of gratification
I harvest motifs inside my limitless fields Rays enter through my broken windowpane I assemble the scattered pieces of my consciousness Murals surface upon the cracked walls of my ruined town I paint infant auroras upon the somber skies My palette falls down in the abyss of autistic blues Colours blend into an unending abstractness In a forsaken museum a canvas comes to life World fails to observe a masterpiece An artist remains veiled behind the curtain - Rahul Ahuja