Confessions

And they like an old friend greet me
The raindrops,on my window pane they slide
And through the corner of comfort
I watch them,
Like the pearls, emeralds
Untie and dance
The sky makes faces
I can see
With the clouds almost like you
Dark,dense and weak
Through my neck to my chest
They wet me through
I can feel how it feels
To fall little by little
Into the hollow
I sit and stare
Wanting peace
But it grows,The loneliness
Which the night before gave me…

-Mehak Ayaz


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