world is a pouring heart stream of emotions seep through the hidden slashes but i run a different story capping hurricane tightly, its a tons of weight kept on my chest n ' i starve for oxygen to inhale
the suffering dont end there thoughts run through and fro a marathon marches with heavy footsteps , like the lightning roars as it makes its way
i clench my fingers to my head sleepless night to bear my world goes up side down as i drown into the forged world (nightmares as they are my own creation)
"every realm i incarnate into , my world remains the same "
An elliptical shaped face of Elizabethan era with high esteem and unmatched glory, heavy lidded eyes spackled with comedies and tragedies, receding hairline trailing off an ancient shrine, magic and mystery gently preserved in an ever expanding forehead, eyebrows flaunt the flames of a furnace on fire, sharp piney forested nose and moon silvered lips sewed to a midsummer night's dream, thin mustache settled like a crack of thunder with long wavy hair swilling sonnets in martinis, his historical plays breathing in literature books brings a sunset glare on children's face.
The lemonade tinged sky reeks of magnum thunder and I sip the cups of scented rain diffused in the air. Tulips dipped in vase like wine glass drink the water poured by me in the morning to keep them fresh for a little too long. Behind faded windows, we both glance the clouds ripping apart as their violent bursts of anger collide with the shivering trees. One of the thousand verses of poetry melt on my palms as the orange glow of skirted streetlights smile at me endlessly. The stubborn fragrance of rain coated smiles swallow the clumsiness of the town as strangers walk on the empty roads, perhaps to catch with their duties or just to wander aimlessly. Bubbling train's whistle wave at the summer sun playing hide and seek with the cloud's child.Our hearts, young and naive suppress the violent distorted melodies while soothing in the lap of silence. Flickering the spotlight of a chandelier in my eyes, I utter "Thank you" for the nature's delight.
Monsoon knocked at my door with a bunch of silver birch trees neatly folded in an envelope.