And a selected

And a selected melody explodes

Anticipation reveals, ‘It’s her I know’

And the glow spreads along

With peels of sound and light

In that darkened room

Its another innocuous saying,

And a very huggable question,

With a g.n to end it.

An unknown concept floats

It’s thinner than a bubble

Translucent yet incomprehensible

And jumps out of reach

When probing fingers fly

To bring it near, grasp it.

The attempts cease, leaving it

In the hands of fate

And it slowly descends, sways

At breaths length, gently

But teasingly enough…

Sleep returns, the equalizer,

Before questions and morning arise,

The dream part begins to play

Not without a few pop-ups,

And goalless freedom reigns.

Hope, leaves the dreamer,

Without guilt or a backward glance

But with a mental promise

To be there to care during

The next long, realistic day.

To every woman I know

Rivers of self hatred

Blackens the mud,

And flow without aim.

Emotionless clouds

With suffocating stillness,

Hang heavily.

Loveless trees

Keep spreading scorched

Branches, sans leaves.

Winds seem to have become

Introverts, scared,

Rage within self.

You don’t stand a chance,

It not human,

The one you are connecting to.

Let him go,

Here greenery stands no chance,

The desert dies, always.