these are the first drops of the season,
lights are out and the
cool breeze blows in a way,
that makes this moment most alluring and handsome,
My window bars me of the heavenly demure,
I object my being,but the similarity calls me down,
the similarity between the articulating heart and its demeanour,
the similarity between the bars that bear the tenaciousness of
poverty of a clown,
You curl up and laugh on what you call antics or practically
ostracization,
no where tears only upbeats of heart and stormy pain,
like what cloud brings with them dust and rains halucination,
A distant music creates a verve in the brain,
What am i experiancing in
weather so cool,
a fire of unwanted dependency and rebellion against fate,
my jaws drop at the sight of twinkling stars
and twinkling lights of street lamps
eyes drool..,
everything else glistening, a black beauty making way to my
inate,
The memoir of even a pinch of pain is a curse to the twisting
weather,
why must one be so apprehending and lonesome,
chains of responsibilities ,boundaries to freedom and
restrictions to eyes