Cloudburst
How often do you notice the death of a single dream, Seeing the last drop dry up from its parched stream, But you don’t really mind, pronouncing not even a tiny scream, As if having anticipated they were all meant
Knock Knock
It took a long time to realise this is where I should really be, And I know there’s no reason to believe the one outside is me, If today is the day you’ll open, there’s just no way of knowing,
Open Window
I open my eyes, with very vague memories of last night, And find the hazy glow of the morning’s soft bouncy light, The sharpening light throws focus on millions of particles of dust, Each particle resembling the fragments of my
Falling Leaf
Nestling in the sun, tethered to the strongest stem, Looking at cousins in my shadow, I laugh at them, Basking in the glory of my sun, I miss the impending grey, I should have listened to those stories of the
Rain It Will
All activities have ceased, but the dust refuses to settle, As if in deference to every hard-working man’s mettle, Sadly the hard work is no longer worth its own sweat, But dust is the only thing these sons of failure