I was fighting with my heart's desire,
I was so high, I could hardly feel me respire.
I stood up, to close the window,
Get back to sleep,
A sudden thud on my window, opened up, and trees came into being.
A drop hits on my forehead,
And the sweetest breeze of the season, covers me.
The blindness it washes, the fire it puts out,
The joy of a child, it brings out.
The drops go faster,
I'm no longer departed.
I'm in this moment, had enough of the disaster,
Bliss - is now initiated.
I give it some space, to let that water inside,
It drenches me, desires go deeper with the tide.
I lay on the floor, and it's even more cozy,
It gives me faith, smiles on me, and I get choosy -
To the rains.
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Chaotic Rhymes.
PoetrySometimes, you might write some junk, in the middle of the night. All you've got to do is, grab a pencil and a paper, and scribble. Who knows, one day, you might compile the bits, and name them as 'your work'. It's the result of the same actions. Wr...
