Saw this place somewhere
Oh! It was my golden dream
Now the dream haunts me

Wind drifting through grass
At my feet, it stops and moans
Wind breaks- moaning ends

Water dripping down
From the leaf after the rain-
And the last drop falls

Falling like crystals,
Raindrops from the sky.
Unfurled like a blanket,
Black clouds seem to cry.

And my room is filled
With earthy scent of soil and clay.
It evokes all my memories
And nostalgia all the day.

Joined by the dancing peacock,
It quenches the thirst of flower.
Crying all the way,
Black clouds loose all their water.

it’s sad to say
that nowadays
a smile
is more often
used
to hide depression
rather than
express
happiness.

There are times where I’m not myself.
I walk and stroll the passerby’s
With foreign eyes
To see if they can tell.
I am a lie of omission.
Not quite the truth.
A bit of a straight arrow,
With flavorings of the uncouth.
I’m not healthy for you,  
(nor would I want to be.)
I am unattainable,
I am fiction,
I am fable.