There is an endless downpour within me,
Of images my mind conjures out of the zephyr.
I can't seem to find any shelter to hide myself
from this unending shower of vignettes.
Grey clouds pregnant with desires unknown,
Claim the empyrean to prevent the thunderstorm,
Yet, in vain; thunders rave, violent storms rage,
Draining the body, drenching the soul.
My soul fears being drowned out and
silenced for an eternity, never to shout out.
Every moment is like a fight against my mind
that ends up with a cry to end it all right away.
Yet I man up with the pen in my fragile hands,
And summon my lost courage behind the blinds,
An anonymous zephyr from the window creeps in,
Proclaiming the formation of petrichor within.
- Kumarpal (manwiththepen)
-Anamika Raj
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