Thursday, December 2, 2010

Flooded Planes

At times shining bright

Spreading light and warmth

Upon minds around and self.

People stretching themselves

For a bit of warmth

In the cold cells of life.

Change comes fast and sleek

Billowy clouds appear soon;

Few look up to ask

"What's happened now"?

Days pass with the clouds swirling

Concerned faces expecting drizzle.

Then comes the lashing rain

burning holes on ground and cloud.

But the rain fell on flooded planes,

Apprehensive looks paining me;

A question I ask myself-

"Would flooded grounds ever love rain"?

Mood Swing

Sometimes,some lucky or unlucky days this mood returns.The time when everything feels unreal except the burning sensation inside.Anger at something that existed or how things used to be.Memories of things that I  don't remember watching or doing coming back!

The slightest touch or even a strong breath will break the string connecting both the existence.The most beautiful feeling flows through you when the line stretches too thin that it threatens to break.Coming back is difficult and everything reverses itself.People who once seemed to be great comfort seems to irritate you the most.The thing that is forgotten is that change happens only to one person in a fall,well mostly.All of a sudden everything that you did to make you feel at peace when everything was connected,comes back as terrible mistakes.A great feeling of repentance...but whom will you apologise to?To yourself?To others who laughed while your heart was being torn apart?

Sleep seems to be a distant dream.Everything that you wanted to be,lay abandoned like a heap of municipality waste that even the authorities refuse to take care of.Thoughts of a new sunrise when the world will turn back again.I don't even know what to hope for!!