Up I witness Sun eclipsed by foam-Greys.
In an instance
momentarily disappearance of the round torch
taking all its light from my porch.
Suddenly
thunder screamed from frictions
with the sounds of sorrow and their reasons.
Concrete towers and roads changed the reek of rotten
only after being touched by the drops of heaven.
Sounds of the pouring and screams mixed,
gush of cold wind as a companion fixed.
Touched the drops with my fingers
for a moment forgot what lingers.
In my heart, some binds.
In my soul,
was I tragically blind?
Time slowed down
rested became the town,
dried memories came around.
Dead noises echoed a sound
whispers of dots were found.
That noon
Cloud by cloud, I saw the summer sky crying
Sad blue and delighted grey as its color aligning.
Thousand thoughts soaked with
million emotions brightening.
