The Sun is Lost Somewhere in an Ugly Painting

The sun came out like ever before

Like dreams of mine in between the clouds

Like hide and seek when I sleep

Like bubbles of rain in winters.

I remember – 

The sun looked calm and stunning in the morning. 

During the noon, she was a bit annoying

But her tender touch waved a warm layer on my back.

And by evening as usual 

She wanted to go.

The moist breeze helped her sleep. 

She vanished in between two dark threads

Today darkness looks more dark and cruel

As if some painter has overdone his painting

I am not able to search the stars too,

Someone has hidden them in his palm.

The scarlet blood has made the sky look ugly.

The sun is lost among the dead bodies 

Now its just darkness,

Someone's dark and an ugly painting

A worthless and a bloody painting.