I paint myself in the colors of the sky

I paint myself in colours of the sky

I paint myself in colours of the sky

in the interim of daytime and the nightfall

all scrambled up with sun, moon, stars, 

constellations, clouds, planets and rainbows;

all bewitching and ensorcell to adore

with some pinch of smog and light 

of dirt to maintain its glamour so calm. 

I paint myself in the colours of the sky

where the stars, sun and the moon

will highlight my blemish and which 

will shimmer so deep in range, 

and the constellations will lighten up

my heart and soul with amorousness 

which is gone astray, the planet will 

elucidate the features implanted in me, 

with truth and loyalty keeping in mind. 

I am puffed up with so many colours of 

ardency, and sheathed over with cotton 

balls so soft and sedate. 

I paint myself in the colours of the sky

rather than the colours of human race

which is so onerous to adore. The colours

of animosity, twinge, falsehood, cunningness, 

brutality and many more on the bulletin to 

count. So if I start painting myself with the

colours they own, the colours of sky will

fall to keep its fame, overpowered by the one

which has no specific name. 

So,

I paint myself in the colours of the sky

far away from the cosmos, where love is 

moving towards the category of extinct 

so like a speedball. 

I paint myself in the colours of the sky

so that I can breathe some fresh air,

after I rest in peace saying goodbye. 

Ayesha Khalid