Where there is no Grace..

Its a land of colourful blooms
Of brides and celestial grooms
Of anorexic patient and insane beings,
Of lovers from far away lands.
With azure colored hopes painted on their face
But I forgot to tell you all, that its a place
where there is no Grace..!

The lover with hazel weak eyes
Melt himself in hours of lunatic fasting and prayers,
With days, weeks and months passing by.
Breathing scarlet and bright white breeze,
Kneels down for a lost love, with a lament on his face.
Because he is from the place,
where there is no Grace..!

The insane with a demonic, grotesque smile
Has carried a bowl of edibles for his love(?) or friend(?)
who is not from this land !!
With a proud and stern face,
accepted his food, without letting the vanity haze
Because the insane is from the place,
where there is no Grace..!

The pale graceless youth has thrown his talismans away
Letting the deities his life sway.
Now stretched his legs and closed his eyes
And fell on his bed of hay.
The sun in the dawn has woken up all
but not the sickly youth,
For he was gone too far you see
And it was not his fault,
Because he too belonged to the far away place,
where there is no Grace..!

Its a land of colourful bloom
What if there is no perfume !
Its still a land of winsome brides
and happy(?) celestial grooms.
Of lovers from far away lands
With azure coloured hopes painted on their face !
They all belong to the strange old place,
where there is no Grace..!!

Yes !! The same old place,
where there is no Grace..!!