Desert Sky...

Rajarshi says:- Yet another one through personal realisation... a bit too psychedelic i guess

The land is warm but the breeze is cool,
The dusts are not shy, so the bugs do rule,
The faces burn with ambition bright
But the eyes moisten when the west is in sight.
The din harmonises the cycles' pedals,
A few though wait ... some Romeos shed no petals.
The sands though care not waiting Romeos,
As the silhouttes bid their last adieu,
The adieu ushers the promise of spirit,
Of wild thoughts, wild Freudian slips,
A different din now wafts in the darkness,
Accentuated by vignettes of laughter and dizzy dancing,
The moon reflects the bloody rose,
The clock tower gifts me a promiscous wink,
As I pass the scores of cycles...

Cycling through wind so thick,
My eyes look up to the west sky,
Studded with glittering crystal balls
That tell of tales from the west
Every eyelid droops,
As moisture breaks the barriers of every self reliant De Marco.