As the ground gleam with the gold
As the grass glow in the glum
As the mist settles on the petals
As the blooms begin to sob
As the oaks speak nothing, but silence
As the leaves chatter together

Oblivious to the pains, and of the endeavors
Masquerading tears, hiding sorrows
Buried in the memories of the burning past
An inexplicable melancholy in the air
Intoxicating everyone in the twilight gloom
I hope this dusk never settles
And we could relish this moment together

When the gloom weighs down heavy
Your presence becomes my story
Your love is my shinning glory
Everything else is transitory

On this rainy day,
I listen to the sound.

I tune in deeply and hear thousands of droplets meet their death.

I close my eyes and am taken away.

To a place where my mind is as blank as an untouched journal.

Still.
Lonely.
Rainy days remind me of you.

The last I saw the rain tickle the windows, I had your body wrapped around me tight.

Our fingers intertwined.
Your heart beat against mine.

Even though it's cold outside,
my skin remembers your warmth.

Your lips running down my centre
like the drops down the glass.

The scent of the rain like the scent of your hair, as you bury into my neck.

The moisture in the air like it is between the sheets.

Escaped from the world and its troubles, when it's us two.

On this rainy day,
I miss you.

The winter fairy has again knocked on my door with a lovely gift of today
With a little sunshine hue
this morning she arrived with tiny friends
Still sulking in darkness and in my melancholic silence
I got up and tried to peek
A little smile then curved my lips
happily singing their winter songs
on a frail tree branch were birds with tiny feet

The gift of laughter that I heard suddenly gave me hope
Winter is not only a season of gloom, of tears and of despair
Its beauty is also a season for peace,  for thinking and for memories
Because of my new feathered friends
a reminder so I write today
That for any season that we have
to feel untroubled or miserable is our choice to make

It sure is such a rarity
To have any kind of clarity
In this pall we’re covered with - no verity
Grey is not lit with any prosperity
Only shroud covered lands all in a form of familiarity
Knowing what is covered, but cannot see it’s true identity
Shadows cast through the day of skies so cloudy
A wet mist reminds - there is no remedy
Sunshine does not peek or wink through an atmosphere so gloomy
Dark grey grows over the land walked by one in singularity
Unfortunately, having clarity is such a rarity, a sad insincerity..

To cry for help in an empty room,
To slit a wrist with a notebook page,
To try to chase away the gloom,
To try and try, but things don't change.

To live and die not knowing why,
Happiness you never felt,
Lets only your wishes slide,
Into drainpipes of contempt,

To laugh at your own demise,
To let irony build a wall,
To make sarcasm as sharp as lies.
To let hate warm up your soul.

To **** the one for he feels better,
To **** yourself because you're worse,
To not know why you're doomed to shatter,
To truly hate the universe.

To live and die, not knowing when,
The laughter will turn into screams,
And fill your heart with a calming sense,
When my nightmares are your dreams.

In the lightness of gloom
your soul was released from
your body
drowsing in my warm lap

Your pores inhale and exhale
harmonically

I counted your hair cavities
and eternity narrowed to
every thousandth of a second

Your skin is my blanket and my refuge

The lines that define you
join with mine

We are a stormy doodle
trying to represent the meaning

I could do this every night

When the moon eclipse
your glare will remain
and in the lightness of gloom
i'll keep stareing

I sat by the window,peering into the street.
That street I had seen too many brawls in,
And had enjoyed the people celebrate,
And had seen people leave and come,
And had known those kids,who played there,
Fading into the nothingness of adulthood.
I was one of them too,perhaps.

In that tattered dress of life,
I sat by the window,
Looking into the past.
And tears came out paving my cheeks,
For a stream of unchartered emotions.
And those emitions welcoming a whole stampede,
Of memories,killing me inside out.

While by that window,
Whose glass had been blurred by the ruthlessness of time,
I hesitated to face myself.
I had regrets,too many to name any,
I had done myself wrongs,
But quite fortunately,forfeit was to be paid,
And was to be paid the next day,by myself to me!