Rainbow in the Prism

The quivering light beam
Struggling through the ventilator
Meandering in the voluptuous dark
Slowly laid its shadow

On the incline of life
Steadily it diffused inside
And the effect

Every strand of the beam
Danced in exhilaration
The iridescence made frolic
With the dark creation

Kissing all the grains
Of pain and sorrow
Engaged in the dance
Of luminescence
For there was no tomorrow

Like unconventional lovers
They met after long
Planting a kiss
Of being, of belong

The strands shimmered
Inside the glass pane
The underplay of the colors
In the rainbow grew insane

I watched the
Nimbus rain
In the “Prism”