Rains are here again, I am surrounded by hues of blue and grey in the sky, with sunlight filtering in sometime. The earth has wrapped herself in the fabric of flora and fauna has not stayed behind, the buzzing of the wings of a small insect, the smell of wet earth, the feeling of dampness everywhere around, and the intensity with which I welcome the Sun sometimes. I see the wet stray dog looking for shelter and warmth, children of the street dancing in the rain, huddled close together, seeking a shelter at other times.
I stand with my arms open, my eyes closed, my mouth open with my tongue out, trying to taste and cherish the rain drops as they fall, wet to the last dripping bone, I am one with elements of water and earth, Rains are here again.
Reached, not yet pubescence: a cloud says, moon was crazy, treading on a forbidden lake of frozen tears. Breaking fast unto death for releasing the doves in sky of hymns. The gametes were weary. Procreation will wait. Let the dark
Assume for one minute that the world was healed again,strong, though creeping veins and ventricles, unclogged their own blockages and once again it’s you who can sing and live again presume you are well again,and again ,celebrating the night and