I have fallen
for the mess
of things
for surprises
have always
been my
weakness

Chilly wind outside.
Cozy alone time.
Breathing curtains;
Mellow sunlight filters through it.

Substituting the earthly noises.
Counting the eternities!

The sky is gathering the tiniest sighs.
Creating a dark cavnvas.
Long awaited rain is about to come!

Reminiscence under the ailing skin.
Boiling inside,
Sudden wave of tears;
Resisted by the deep melancholy.
Just shining, floating in the eyes!

Contemplation breaks at last,
hearing the sweet scream of clouds.
Rainy smell wafts through the air,
There's no point of being loud!

Silent roar of wind spreads across the land.
Remembering the inner gain;
Forgetting the episodes left behind,
now it is time to greet the rain!

Cold rain makes me sick,
snot trickles out from my nose.
Oh please, go away.

Eyelids descend like a guillotine,
decapitating the visual stimuli
my mind engrosses upon in daylight.

Then there is a numbness as the
cascading representations of my
day are all rendered darkened silence.

*"My day is colour, my dreams are black and white,

Far better than any fantasy
Born out of a daydream
Is one made of flesh and blood
With eyes that speak the truth