Colours Of Heart

I merged with the colours of heart,

Isn’t that too some form of art?

I dialled down to the beats of the ticker,

Trickier it got but I let it flicker

I stooped a little low, took a bow,

I reached within looking for a little glow

The better half of my soul was exceptionally colourful

But to the tougher one, it was a bit distasteful

The colours were in scatter defying any structure

They immersed together upon-the-whole-matter

Ludicrously illogical, filled to the brim of obscurity

Loose at the seams, they frayed into infinity

Forming a structure was to be a piece of work

Presenting it sane seemed like a job of berk

So with arms wide open, I tuned into the madness,

Let it seep in through, to my pores from veins

Bursting at the seams, it looked complete in its abstract sense, 

Gleaming through the dullness, it seemed to me like a goddess

Creating something anew tasted truly insightful

The unfeigned art I longed for was in fact delightful