The Rainy Day’s

The Rainy Day’s

 

Nights were dark, grim and cold

And the clouds invaded the sky

Extended till the horizon and the peaks so high

I wondered “If I ever would see the light?”

 

Life grew dreary and sceptic of the bright

As, the clouds poured, flooding my mind

With the thoughts of calamity and catastrophe, by the mighty

Angels of doom, holocausting the blissful residence of the soul

 

Besides, the gathered vivid dreams I lied

Too, tired and too old to resist and fight

And, now only prayers chanted from my lips

As everything which I once held dear, slipped

 

Living in the delusion, having drunk the intoxicating wine

Of false power and pride destroyed at the first sight of peril

And, too foolish to realise that we are mere pawns

In the game of chess between the God and the devil

 

Just a poem today, as i feel too calm to talk about anything else. So , i will just sip my coffee and watch it rain from the dark sky as i read yours and mine life.50-rainy-street

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