As dawn bring in gusty winds with a downpour, sinking in the aroma inhaling the petrichor, forfeited in hazy thoughts bringing memories of togetherness dim goes vision as salty drops kiss the cheeks, void resembles of blues felt deep a sin prevailed unknowingly but when the mist cleared to sunny days realisation slaps like a vortex,
The days were meant to read on switched channels, as lessons learnt were badass on feel but norms make it feel something shun to the drama of dizzy, all ended with good notes, then why emotions turning grey to feel of sensation as if lost in wild woods a dunce not understanding value of pence but wasn't gateways of being sentimental notification of something felt hanging onto what was delusions of horizons surrendering to dusky sunsets, a tangled mind game hissing on a suppressed platter of emotions as in saying,
'Enough of filthy feel come back to life reel' and practically moving on green pastures are the solution of pride, history doesn't repeat until bother button of rewind,
So here the freshness of times living with the breath of sigh swallowing the sunshine let deep closets of tombs be sealed let no emotion be creepers of feel only a hard stoned something felt and evacuated and living in the presence.
© Soni Mirchandani