The clouds closed in, hiding the moon,
While stars played peek-a-boo.
The sky was a dull, dark grey,
Heavy with the weight of the day.
The moon’s faint glow formed a halo
Around the soft, puffy clouds billowed.
I hoped for rain to fall tonight,
Not just to cleanse the streets of dust,
But to wash the thoughts from my mind.
Sweta
When it pours, it pours—feelings, I mean.
A slip of the tongue brings forth sleepless nights—
more humiliation, less humbling.
The restless mind keeps on working,
repeating, rehearsing
things I should have said,
things I should say,
torturing the soul each day.
It pours and pours—feelings I long to let go.
Sleepless tonight; perhaps tomorrow will bring
more humility and less humiliation.
The trees have changed their colour again;
The brightness of green has turned to dull orange.
Some have adorned a soft pink glow,
While others have become a vivid yellow.
Sneakily, autumn has made its way,
And the sun feels less warm today.
This change has brought beauty quietly,
As nature lets go of summer,
Embracing new beginnings.
When the night was drenched in rain.
I tried to contemplate my absurdity.
My abstruse thoughts kept me awake,
And long ago I lost my grip on reality.
I live in a bubble now,
While the world simply passes by.
I stayed awake the entire night;
And the only thing that felt real,
Was the rain outside.
I know the faces
And remember certain places,
Some stories that were told,
And treasures that were found.
I recall words spoken—sometimes—
The emotions that were felt,
The paths I walked,
The road I travelled.
I remember voices and sounds,
The smells and the touch.
The times I was lost,
And the times I was found,
The times I was broken,
And the times I was mended.
Sweta
It seems like a long time ago
The time that passed us by.
It already feels like another lifetime now.
All the memories left forever in our minds.
The memories that were made just a year ago.
They all seem dim and distant now.
Stumbled Thoughts 