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Splashes
Staining the whites
Darkening the blacks
Drops of water
In diffused daylight
Warmth that lacks

Splashes
Filthy, murky
Mingled with dirt
Some dried off soon
Others, for all to see
Their presence, they boldly assert

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I walk alone, on these empty streets
No reassuring sounds, of shuffling feet
 
The drops of rain, beating against my face
Sleep walking, in a heavy daze
 
Hoping, wishing, the water washes away every thought
Erases all traces, memories; of what I once sought

My mouth has
A salty aftertaste
Perhaps from the tears
I swallowed in haste
Maybe this is when
I should feel some pain
But my senses seem to be dulled
By the cold pouring rain

You are to me

The blood that rushes to my fingers
Benumbed with the cold
The warmth diffusing slowly
As your hand I tenaciously hold

You are to me

The first ray of sunlight
Filtered through the darkness
Lighting up my face
And every other dark recess

You are to me

The drops of water, cool and steady
On the desert parched for too long
The lingering smell that follows
And the childhood rain song

An overcast sky
Clouds huddled together
Unable to contain the drops
About to break free from the tether
An opening above
A flash of white
Darkness following
The momentary light
A thunderous applause
For the growing anticipation
A slow assault
The unchecked precipitation
The smell from the ground
The blooming flowers, shy
The fragrant air teasing
The traveller passing by
Leaves detached
From the burdened trees
On the undulating waters
Floating free
Glistening in the
Moonlight bright
Reflecting the sparkling
Blanket adorned by the night
A breeze, tantalizing
Humid and cold
Reminiscence about
Stories untold
Lost forever, swallowed
By the comfortable shroud
Of the long shadows
Amidst the oblivious crowds

Sprinkling a brighter hue
On monotones of gray
Like fresh drops of morning dew
Bestowed upon petals that lay,
Through the darkness, waiting for the sunlight
A glimmer of hope, fleeting
Discernible enough, teasing their sight
Where the expanse blue and horizon, seem to be meeting
An evanescent ray, fading too soon
Betwixt clouds clustered on a gloomy day
A bane, or a veiled boon?
Perhaps order, gone astray.

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