raindrops crashes into the soil, succumbs to the force of gravity. mother of earth seemingly wants to share its sadness, but doesn't know who to vent to.

gloomy sky never fails to stir the emotion of humans beneath it. for some, rain makes them feel calm and relaxed; some also might be reminded of their unrequited love, reminded of someone, somewhere.

meanwhile, i keep imagining how it's like to kiss your cheek only for a fleet second, how it's like to hold your hands amidst pervading petrichor.

but you're out there, holding your hands
with someone

somewhere.

Please catch me if you see me falling.

Stop me before I've lost my sanity.

I'm slipping quietly and quickly.

Don't let me go.

She has beautiful eyes.
She sat on the bus.
She has beautiful eyes.
A husband in tow.
A child with beautiful eyes.
It's in her genes.
She's wearing her jeans.
Her hair in baubles and bands
Until her age and religion demands.
Then under her Burka, all you'll be able see are her beautiful eyes.
Religious clothes of perfect choice.
Islamic voice.
(c) Livvi