An Introspection

-AAKRITI THATAL __________________ Grey marks in vision, No favouritism, Fingernails archaic, Screeching out masochism. Green teeth and tongue, Protuberant illness. Falling hair, Motion to stillness. Bones, brittle. Sensitive skin. Heart, feeble. Soul, to where it sinks? A conjurer of masterpieces A connoisseur, liking sculptures Dreaded below the layers of the noxious, Seeking for redress from the notorious. Stormy seas. Oceans beating. Deteriorated periphery. I, deprived of the Eye. ___________________ Chimera, blue and grey. My Eye in the Storm. Pertinent. Sentient.  Succinct. Masterful. You:  A Nominal Chimera. 

An ode to a day in the past, when a sudden, soft wind slapped my bored and beaten-tired face. Also, pardon my irregular habit of using asterisks in between the stanzas. It is only additions to the mood. About naked sunsets- It is a metaphor I use for describing a careless mind which fails to function well on its deeds of THINKING, and thinking well. Now that the word 'naked' has come up in relation to sunsets, a simple explanation needs to be present. A sunset is never naked, just  like a mind is never empty. Sunsets are, in fact, (one of) the most vibrantly hued scenes an eye can possibly view and capture. Anyway, the point is, there are times when a person's mind seems like its functioning capacity has taken a pause. This was one of those times and yes, it was not true. The Thoughts were only directionless and baffled. With the nature giving me and my little mind some hit, the baffled mind took turns and directions that fit perfect to the visiting mood. The Wind.