a gentle shower
with love from the monsoon
splashing footsteps rang
a hasten pace
soon escalates
into
a thunderstorm of fury.

squeezing
my heart
dry
remnants
are the footprints
you left in my darkest hour.

The infectious disease that festers when there is *loneliness.

i'm writing
without inspiration
no topic to write about
no subtle aspiration.

what do i want to achieve?

i'm writing
discovering the hollow in me
and
filling them up all the same.

this is my hole, my haven.

so i burned the kite and and the mails
scattered their ashes to the winds
in hope
at least
You would hear
even if they wouldn't.

i saw the promise You made to Noah,
*Thank you for hearing me out.