Camera-smudged
Walls smudge the edges of the perfectly-round sun
as an ode to my phone's camera.
I could not find my way to the terrace,
to click one good full sunset, the descending.
I'm drawn towards aesthetics online, that's why:
I could never capture the ones that I wish to.
The purple sky, breathing out
after being released from the bear hug
of the yellow-pink foliage,
clouds trying to run away, one before another
to catch along for a hug themselves;
envious even after the day long cuddle,
light blue streaks trying to reach for the spotlight
having second thoughts on fading
to hold onto stars and their disturbing twinkle.
It's a poetry
I miss out on reading out loud,
every single day.
A poetry, I attempt to save
to find time to differential diagnose
some other day.
Just like every other one.
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