Thursday, July 03, 2014

Here Comes the Rain.



Streaking across my window pane,
comet like trickles of the summer rain...
Hedonism invites you with thunder claps
come play with me now, it's a free-spirited game!

Blurred visions flood a smokescreen-ish terrain,
Furtive glances coyly court each other in shame.
Cottony clouds manoeuvre their freshly ploughed lanes
Happiness is a mirage, in the dark desert of fame.

Now searching, now longing...
lost, weatherbeaten, but always untamed...
A soulful outpouring this, of suppressed emotion...
the monsoon is here...in celebration of pain!

                                                                           --- Mark.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

You write nicely, but a thing I have observed about people who write nice is that they have a lot to hide
Wonder what you are hiding

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