Skittles

Popping out of a less attractive packet available for two fifty bucks in the market,

You made me sneer at you!

Yet, I stop to stare at you every time and pick you up,

Imagining how you would shed your inhibitions before me this time.

Colour pops, dazzles, fruity, juicy.....

I know what's inside you.

The bits and pieces that make you, "you".

Rolling past like a boulder upon my navel you think it's easy to change faces and play with moralities as and when it suits you. A packet of Nerds would taste better than you any day, any time because there the morality stays segregated and distinguished-

As transparent as her tiny-griefed boxes appearing unpretentiously before the beloved when both are drenched in heavy rain.

And what did you do with the taste buds that longed to be with you? Well, you left the surface but the traces remained somewhere,

Making it difficult to erase your existence off those caverns completely.

Every ball getting flat when under the knives,

Expecting a perfect Kim Kardashian contoured face with a dewy look

Or a body that is well accustomed to BOTOX.

But why the heart stayed numb and shut even after all that?

Because Skittles are varied and open about their facades 

But humans though varied, never agree to the facades contained within and out!