An ice cold heart,
as hard as the rocks...
Dry lonely sidewalks,
winter's lullaby at work...
it is raining, I think.
I hear muffled sounds on my rooftop...
the roof is leaking.
raindrops fall on the table...
I woke up one night...
Gazing at the pearls
adorning the sky...
An unseen ruse;
newborn's faint wails...
Sometimes I think I am a flower
I cannot tell myself apart from one...
Evenings like these leave me cold.
The smell of burnt wood and almost summer sits on...
Fading light
darkness prevails...
It is like looking for a stranger in a room full...
I don't know how it looks like, or how it sounds...
the sky is a mulberry pink
with tiny specks of the winter moon...