Heap Of Words

Raindrops srtiking my forehead, First the caress, and then the shower. I get soaked in seconds, water in my bones, And then the pleasure abandons; I remember... How we loved to dance in the rain, You proclaiming my derangement, and I yours. But venture we would, into Gods' offer Of rain, and closeness, and us... and bliss. The ground that rushed to meet the drops The drop that rushed to kiss my cheek Oh it would, were your hand not near, I'd lie if say, I'd prefer the rain. The curtain of bliss that bars The world from us, and us from them The outside, suddenly rendered private Its neither you nor I, it was just us.

A regular evening. I know not how, nor when. The walls come crashing down, of a sudden. Its like my world was sitting in a nutcracker , Waiting to be crushed to peices, biding its time. Who put it there? the Gods? Or Fate sublime? I sift about the ruins, salvaging scrap, and memories; Hope to rebuild maybe, and stem the agonies. But gaping craters are all I find around, Nothing to fill the bitter voids with; Except maybe, absurd hope and homespun myths.

What won't I give today, For a humble solitude and space to pray- More mental than physical- and go as far as you can please, For I'm still smarting from your blows. For I'm bitten today, let me be shy; At times, I suppose, its ok to cry.

Today feels like Monday morning. But when I think about tomorrow, today feels like Sunday evening...

I'm done... procrastinating. I'm done... overrating Things that dont matter Or even exist... more the latter.

i wish that blinking would do, What only drinking can- Look at the world with rose-tinted-glasses, And really believe that mankind is a happy race.