Gusts of genius
Zephyrus thoughts
Natural Levanter
Cyclonic nights
The lunar lunatic
Purple skies are vigil
Rife with enthusiasm
Quill to canvas
Flight is taken
Taken aback by the morning
In mourning we retreat
Maestro of monotony
Morrow I am bound to repeat.

Every moment I ought
To savour alone
Is haunted by thoughts
Of my dubious deeds.
Life was once so beautifully and seamlessly monotonous
But now
Now its a kaleidoscope of chaos & regret.