A NEW GUEST Rain is coming to see me. Therell be no ceremony. No one will be there to hold her, Ill revise the loss. or the gain on the shore. Simultaneously , itll cross the bridge. Dancing over the meadows, Then the splash will reach To the dark terrace, of light and shadow. Or in the crevice of my attic old, Prying the equation. Based on a primitive formula Of acceptance and rejection. Yesterday the sky was blue. Like the eyes of someone I knew,formidable. Whom I was afraid of. Today, on the pool, That mirrors the sky , The vision of grey making me enthralled. Mine eyes, tired of what the sun Has burnt down with its might, Delivers me into the realm of Wilderness-enshrined space , Or somewhere to atone the sin of procreation. Since then, rain has been breathing for me. As a part of trivial consolation!
Posted on: Mon, 26 May 2014 13:03:21 +0000
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