Drumroll

Stencils and a few of aerosol cans
Rainbow colours and misdemeanor
All for an artist with rigour.

Some are artists, some are inspiration
Some are blind, some are hard to find
Some are dark metallic recreation.

50 years back or more
A poet wrote as we read
We listened, I waited.

A big or rather small headphone
In my head when I don't see
World is all blur yet
the poetry is sharp
Colours are bright,
Vivid is the insanity

A broken glass of wine
Went missing with a closed eye
Some chilli flakes on the eyeball
Garam masala tears
And killer is the sanity.