Dreams

Gazing at the starlit sky with a crescent moon adorning it, I was laying down in my backyard, preoccupied in my preposterous thoughts again. This time they were about dreams. Not those dreams which are needed to enhance our future, no. I was talking about those uncanny, absurd dreams which we see in our slumber

Rain

Sitting on my windowsill with a warm cup of coffee in my hand, its vapor touching my nose and a sad smile on my face. Looking at those tenebrous mysterious nimbus clouds which hold its own secrets and the darkness all around as if an apocalypse is just on the edge of its occurrence. Rains

She Persists Growing

People leave Blame she Heart grieves Can’t flee Raw wounds Incoherent mind Happiness pruned Melancholy unwind Misty eyes Fagged soul Emptiness resides Tears roll Fears increase Body exists Nowhere peace Chaos persists Scattered emotions Fragile heart Poignant notions Falling apart Yet she arise Moving on From her demise To a new dawn Hiding behind walls