After rainy days

It sounds like a small thing. A distracted habit. But one morning, I looked at that third cold cup of the day and I realized... it wasn't about the coffee. I was trapped.

This is the story of how I’m reclaiming my identity, shedding the 'should-be’s and stepping into a brand new chapter defined by me, for me.

After rainy days

Honey eyes like honeyed orbs gaze upon me Upon the mire that rain has made Unwittingly you Made me feel sour Your voice, smoky, heard when golden hour is born The sun reached us Yet you reached not Apparently You wore me as an amulet To save you every time I am but a myth, Whilst you a tangled mess A tempest in the mist

as she lies on the moon wondering if she ever passed in your mind even like a blink of an eye or even like a blow of a whiff they say love is a curse she believed that she is cursed oh what a curse it is to be anonymously existing In someone’s world Like emptiness He has no idea That she is a twinkling fairy and he is in a paracosm in her lifeless mind

Welcome to my podcast, I hope you're enjoying listening. The Haze I closed my eyes   walking with my bare feet on the grass  feeling the texture of it,  a blade of grass stuck in my hair and I felt like I'm drifting with the clouds   it gets darker when the night came   and haze fills in everywhere   the clouds cried rain and   I was walking alone in the woods   when I heard your steps I r...

  a radiant sun above my head after a rainy day and a pristine blue sky the clouds are Whimsical, you whispered  I nodded, yes  you knew I'm a sky devotee I adore the sky and the sea I was listening to the shell  but you did forget to tell goodbye  it started to rain again , as I looked up for you  all goes in vain  Because you were just a ghost in hallucinations town 

a poem about rainy days and memories