The rough water comes back to his shore ,
once a year the rain water gets delivered from the pregnant skies ,
rainbows are found by kaleidoscopic eyes ,
just like airplanes of memories takes off ,
lands and dissipates into cloudy flashes BIof your dark face once in a while ,
and just like I’m chased by shadowed dreams of you during the last mile.
Fragile tears streaming from fatigued eyes ,
fractured memories and dull aches in the bones ,
fragments of a picture of two , but all that is seen is an unmasked you.
Busy lives, where bye isn’t preceded by a hi .
packed suitcases are less heavy than the emptiness weighing us down ,
does air travel ? Because struggling breaths are floating astill .
sorrowed lips dripping off unspoken words , since when did birds , start following herds ?
Anger , hurt , hope and hurt and anger , all in a cycle ,
Like a roller-coaster, minus the thrill .
flying around mountains that stand so tall ,
Never did the bird think , she’ll fall .