Who am i
I am a mote of sand
Shifting through
The winding dunes
Of time
I am a scratched leaf
Swaying under the
Whims of wind
Through the vast
Unending brows
Of forests
In this planet
I am a tiny
Drop of rain
Melding with the
Arterial waterways
Thus
I am an infinitesimal
Speck of life
Amid the infinite circle
Of an inordinately
diverse life
But how am i
I am alive
I can breathe
I can percieve
By myself
Independently
And this is the
Sole reason
Why i should aim
To be contented
With how
I exist
Isn't it

In the midst of
Many powerful
Shrewd
Sharp
And loud voices
You suddenly
forgot
That your soft
Tender
And tranquil voice
Was worthy of
Being heard
And capable enough
To form
A sound opinion

Boys like you
Do notice
Girls with a pretty heart
And soul
Girls who don't
Look like cover models
Girls who don't follow
The latest fashion
Boys like you
Do smile at
Girls who aren't
Restrained by opinions
Girls who determinedly
follow their passions
Girls who aren't unnerved
By societal notions
Do boys like you
Really exist
Or is it just a dream
That I wish could be real

October reminds me
To be cautious
And pack enough
Warm clothes
For wherever I go
Cause I might not know
That this weather
Is known for its
Uncertain winds
Vacillating between
Pleasantly warm and
Bitterly cold temperatures
So I need to prepare myself
Beforehand
And protect myself against
Highly prevalent
Capricious temperament
Of this season

orange skulls open their
Large scary eyes
Amid a frightfully
Dark night
Only to make us
Laugh and smile
And celebrate
A life that exists
Very close
Yet beyond the realms
Of our sight

September winds
Have turned lukewarm
Yet a pale sun
Still manages to evince
A crimson warmth
Somehow
September nights
Although kissed by
The cracked lips
Of a cloudy mist
Still manages to
wipe itself
With the distant glow
Of a few scattered
sidereal bodies above
The colors of
spring and summer
Have doubtlessly faded
Into a dark oblivion
And the residual beauty
Of autumn
Is marked by long sunsets
Bleeding into the horizon
Yet the pearly dews
Speckled upon
Radiant sunlit petals
Hasn't turned
Into lumps of frost
Even though the
Frigid breaths of winter
Touches their bare skin
As I open my sleepy eyes
Which makes me
Smile and simply believe
That if not all
Mostly everything
will be
Allright
Somehow

You have always
Closed your eyes
Amid the heavy gloam
Of starless nights
Only to see
stygian shadows
Ravaging your insides
Making you
bitterly cry
If you'd try to
Do the same
Under the glow
Of radiant sunlit dawns
Then perhaps you'll
Notice a difference
Perhaps you'll find
Those shadows
Receding under
The beaming sky
In their place
Perhaps you'll find
Some colours
Of the brightest shade
Swirling all around
And I don't really think
That this time
It'll make you
Bitterly cry