In search of black markets

Got no camera to see
No umbrella to know its been raining
No halogens to declare the night
No chocolates or pink balloons to be in love

Just a mind in search of black markets
where they sell luminous hallucinogens
the walls of night made of seas
and will you indulge in chalk white skies?
and ink blue trees

Just beyond the paddy fields
Where grandma sells fire fruits and pumpkins
Easy Easy Easy here
no eyes no lies...
Faceless among the acrobats of my mind