A solace to darkened souls
July , 2020
Clogged courses like the swarming bees;
Dragging me deeper,
And wrenching me lifeless.
Clogged courses surpassing my moves,
By tinkering my mind
And leaving me lost.
Clogged courses that you can't see,
With masses of cloud
And heavens of confusion.
Clogged courses with the mushy opinions,
Of negatives and loops
To darkness and death.
But then the monsoons roaring by,
Passes my mind and the bodily forms:
Drenching these nightmares
And stagnant lies,
Driving away the cascade of skies.
It brings me solace:
These pouring sounds,
That flow through shutters
And old men's coats.
It makes me believe in darkened beauty
When I see the skies,
All black, all smooth.
It makes me feel,
Like a lesser snob,
Of a crooked mind
And sinister blood.
It holds quite sooth,
These pellets of skies
That fall on soils, their doomsday live,
For they pulled away my deepest tears
From the driest parts of my blackened heart,
And collected these drops in a tear jar cloud
To form a gentle drizzle at night.
- Aditi S Murthy