For once I dreamt:
You and I laughing
In the rain – wet.

When I look straight up
To your ocean eyes,
It was like a dice
Guessing what number
Will we ever compromise.

Until this very day came,
Started to realize
Things are exactly the same;

Starting from the raindrops
That commenced to collide
Into our skin,

To a hand
Trying to reach
Another one,

To a sober person
Seeking for one’s hug,

And up to time,
When I was straight up
Looking at you.
I sigh and asked myself,
“Is this Deja Vu?”.

For some
it is a canvas –
A daily painting
Of one’s life.

The way his hand
Met my arm as it landed –
Nuisance that I felt
As my skin became red.
And all of a sudden,
I didn’t knew him
For he became vituperative.

Sometimes,
I wanna wake up
to a view –
Opening my eyes up
before you.
Mornings will be good indeed,
My sunshine.

Heaven filled not only our eyes,
But also our hearts
With skies full of pink.
But what can I say?
She is pink skies herself;
Damp city with streets
Nothing but dashing cars,
Flashing street lights,
And occupied people.
Yet she is all I can see.