The color of the sky has changed.
Orange painted canvas is pale blue today.
The crowded lanes and the city dust has left an unfamiliar void
Surreal,
This, I am not familiar with.
Not that I don’t want to be a part of it, but I don’t belong here.
Leaves covered with thick dust, overshadowing buildings.
Abstract, as they may seem and how factually are.
All this seems like a painting In monochrome with an unnoticeable, bland splash of color.
And I prefer muse.
