And the rains they come crashing down on me,
Washing away my fears.
And the drops they fall gently,
Concealing my tears.
The restless dust from the movement above
Floating through the sky,
Comes down, settleson our heads,
As time stands still,
As time drags itself…and slowly goes on by.
A war is being waged.
A flash of lightning,
A gust of wind,
Reapings of sowings,
Preciousness, liquid gold,
Indra’s chariot roars through the sky,
His charioteer manic and possessed.
His elephants they thunder with all their might.
Their trumpet calls awakening dead dry souls
The armies march forward way above.
As to us mortals,
A bright sunlit day, proceeds to turn into the night.
A nightmare or a dream?
The dogs bark, the cats call.
The end is near it seems.
Tearing the strongest of ligaments,
of what were my chains,
The rains they come to lift me up,
No more suffering, no more pain.
As I look for answers, way above and beyond,
Towards those war torn skies,
The clouds now broken apart,
A drop lands on my forehead.
Giving life to my limbs,
Giving life to my heart.
The soil of this earth is awakened
The grass is much greener.
The ants they struggle to build again,
The birds their chirrupings louder.
Amidst and almost drowning in
In an ocean of cacophony,
Off color, sound and taste and smell,
As the clouds bid I, fare thee well,
A familiar feeling overcomes me,
An irritant need perhaps…
To lose myself
In the skies,
To my surroundings pay no heed
And break free from all earthly ties.