Rains, companions of solitude
Hues, vibrant - a sight to behold
Myriad scents, nasal ecstasies
Micro medleys of lullabies
All the joys, in multitude
Out there to conquer
Scaling frontiers unmarked
Waiting to break in
given a miniscule crevice
Beckons a world, no, an oyster
In thoughts aplenty, immersed
washing away the sins
In turn, purging - within and beyond
Let them wreak havoc
Knowing, they won't be cursed
Ironic, when all the splendour
Gets masked by a veil
Of collecting what's left
of unhealed wounds
sapping any trace of wonder
It's indeed numb and naive
Pulverizing every revolt
Rising above the din
A lingering sense prevails
Of treason and make-believe
This hooplah can never cease
A nonsensical anthology
a melange of antitheses
I call it. What's to be done?
To revere, or to appease?
