is it a tomorrow that I think of
or the dreams my soul is soaked in?
this rain drizzles to remind me of myself
I lay my hands on the table to look at
glitter that stares back at me screams and I squirm within
studded in my flesh it oozes the wine
of the sour days and nights
hours and minutes;
those myriad moments
that stretched beyond comprehensions constrained within
and those delicious ear to ear grins
laughters that rested on tiny little flushed cheeks
the trip o ‘ dear life you set me on
the kick your every drop sets on my palate
is worth living each monsoon that you send my way…
