Nature

Wanted to unlock feathers,

Sometimes,

And it was,
so desperate__
so heartbreaking...
For him,
the meaning changed.
And so was he.
As it was,
deliberately,
meant so!

Sometimes,
in the midst of night,
while walking for hours___
and hours.
Sitting with coffee cup in hand,
with mind traversing,
time and space boundaries.
I ask myself:
"Who are you?"

In the mist of morning,
I sat by the window,
to look at the road,
that was once crowded!

In the company of moon
Under the ceiling of clouds
With the rhythms of thunderstorm
Of the darkness prevailing around
The insane part of his awakes!

In the storm of loneliness evoking
In the volcano of anguish erupts
Just the seedling of pain arise
When the unknown becomes known one
The insane part of his awakes!