Leafs flickered.
The little plants on my terrace
warned.
A cloudy shade appeared
But the sky was bright blue
Ahh! It was my mind so grey
As thoughts turned monsters
And I was the prey.
I was all alone
Amidst the cold summer breeze
The wind brought words
Few whispered
And others swift past the ears
Ma often said about good devils
My thoughts were one of them
Good enough not to kill
But laugh at my pain.
As a child I often dreamt about growing up
Now I dream back my old dreams
I feel pity
Or am I proud?
The cloud almost covered every single ray
Coming to my mind.
But the sky is still blue and bright outside
I have dreamt about stories coming true
About death becoming a lie
I knew who will be I now
I know who I was then
Someone who would love the rain
Ahh! The clouds started thundering now
I think about existence
Am I where should I be?
How did the time knows that well enough
How he tells my mom about me getting an
uncomfortable cough.
Why did I end up living here?
Or being like this.
I have always loved the way I am
But still raising questions to this silly game
I wondered about beings stuffed up
Under a common name
Was everything a lie..?
Ahh! I came back to my terrace again
Standing amidst those plants
Strong winds started blowing
The sky inside was totally
dark with heavy clouds..
The sky still stood blue and bright
With the soil getting enough sunlight..
The sun was about to set
My mind couldn’t witness the end
As it was dark preparing for a storm
The yellow light did touch my eyes
But the clouds were heavier with unfaithful lies
The bright daylight brushed past my cheeks
The wind inside swirled harder each time
My hair was calm
My mind full of storm
The cells ruptured
The hairs stood still again
And then when anger was in vain
Drops
Dripped
Down
My yellow lit up cheeks
The clouds turned heavier
And tried to pour everything down
Just like a faithful servant who would
die for his master
The clouds faded up much faster
My face wet
Shining in the red light
Ahh! What a thunderstorm it turned out
How lovely the weather was …
The cold wind now swirled my hairs
It went in as well since rainwater started drying
Flying with the strong wind
that now started outside
my mind.
Me
My hairs
My eyelashes
The sun
Everything settled down together
Down to the ground
Some end up heavier
Others much more lighter….
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