Hues And Tints

I click pictures of the skies
At unknown places and different hours
Branches of trees larking in,
And birds flying hitherto
Like the wings add serenity to it
Like the branches make love with;
Hues and tints of blue.

The flowers have disappeared
Like marks of your love on my skin
When the sun sets
You turn into a mellow purple
You look like the film that's rushing in my head,
Time and again
-a little girl who enacts different roles and leaves right before the curtain's about to fall.
The sun, scorching
And making you look so beautiful that I almost forget
About the sweat that's pouring down my skin.
Just the next, the sun starts chasing the cloud that floats hitherto
On your breast,
Only to tempt you but halts again,
To tempt again
Just a bit more.
You look as radiant,
So blue that even the Pacific would stroll away in shame.
You're inconsistent.
One moment, you've pulled a sheet of ire
And the next,
You're happy and,
Immortal.
I think I now know why I click pictures of you
At unknown places, in different times.
Because you are so
As am I
Inconsistent.
You, with landscape..

Me, with my men.