and then, yet again
I saw myself in the wind
above the clouds
where things are still
serene and unheard.
in my misty eyes
I walked into it and
rain came with me
showing me desires
of a million faces
seeing up, waiting,
just to get washed away
in their dreams of fire
and their nothingness
between created thoughts
just like me, waiting,
in a corner of infinity
to touch the drizzle.
And I turned to the rain
saw it black and white
unhearing me, and others,
on its own, being innate
and playing its way…
I shouted again
and asked…
and, I woke up to life
from my dreams…
Srik
