Random Trysts

When random thoughts grow out of proportion
When random colours levitate in distortion
When my orange kite sways
solitary under a thin scarlett sky
loses identity as it gets high
When my emotions float and are caught
bt someone dear
I sense joy lurking somewhere near
Random shadows collide and interfere
And with sarcasm they fill the air
They shout,they laugh,they scintillate
Ironically never they resonate
Random talks,random games
frivolously initiated stratergised blames
It chokes me then
they speak when
I tighten my fist and end up with a smirk
it pleasures them then to see me irk
Random trysts these are
and random shall thet remain
unless of course
I risk one again