Pearl drops lined up
In electric swings
To bead some unending chains
while the city took a shower.
I felt like penning!
Beneath the net sills
To bead some unending chains
while the city took a shower.
I felt like penning!
Beneath the net sills
I sat on the floor cushion
and stretched out to the red rug.
Rain spattered my nose ridge
Rain spattered my nose ridge
With unkind love.
I reclined to pen
and to take in the dust soaked
scent that rain brings home.
On the metal sheets the hammerings
brought in asymmetric a
metre in jarring notes.
I traced it's silhouette
a silly squirrel jamming
on my roof ,who stood displeased
and shifted the slimy slopes.
I felt like penning!
But with a lit cigarette
he jutted out,
My unknown neighbour
from the unnamed house.
For me to replace my neckline
and to take in the dust soaked
scent that rain brings home.
On the metal sheets the hammerings
brought in asymmetric a
metre in jarring notes.
I traced it's silhouette
a silly squirrel jamming
on my roof ,who stood displeased
and shifted the slimy slopes.
I felt like penning!
But with a lit cigarette
he jutted out,
My unknown neighbour
from the unnamed house.
For me to replace my neckline
and to shield his sight,
I half-closed the door
and lost the moment.
It was raining.
Failed to fetch some over-phrased word,
I wrapped it for the next day
to title it anything
unmindful of that rain.
I half-closed the door
and lost the moment.
It was raining.
Failed to fetch some over-phrased word,
I wrapped it for the next day
to title it anything
unmindful of that rain.
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