Birds of Paradise

The midsummer mornings
Sultry sun's scorching heat
Does not let one sleep peacefully
Stretched onto the bed
Moreover the mosquitoes
Playing melodies in your ears
To add onto this
The cellphone's rings time to time

Yet another day has started
Festive season prevailing
Smell of fresh colours
In the outside Air
Should I play or not
In the meantime of decision
Trespasser's knock on my DEN
Until it's broken
Helpless, hapless surrender

Once painted, self-rejuvenated
Attack continued on one another
Revisiting the ancient culture
Of age old human civilisation
The joy ride in the time machine
The wildness of tearing dresses
To end with, the photographs
And the HOLY drink of HOLI