echos of this day

This day..
colours burning bright...
fire of bright colours...

licks every part of my body.

To fotget the traumas
of the past, the ship wrecked life
of yesterdays
a tight rope walk..
between sanity and lunacy.

I recollect...

the broken pieces of canvases,

where stormy relationships were...

interwined and trapped.

This day...

canvas and colours.

and strong strokes -

violently fornicate

and sigh...