I walked by
shallow puddles
My feet straying
into that muddy world
Noisy mynahs
screeched in huddles
Squirrels
squealed, their grey skins curled
People fled
past each other, afraid
That they
wouldn’t be where they ought to be
Their long
coats fluttered up and made
Dark waves ripple
over the brown, gravelly sea.
Bricks of
red walls shifted, to let
Rain conquer
their entireties, ringing
Of a time
when tall walls set
Aside memories
of blood and frenzied singing.
Weakened
colours-yellow, blue, green
Clung to
their islands of metal, while
The rain
fell as a shining silver screen
Gleaming
with a dull sun’s smile
Clattering
past huddles and weakened colours,
I flew past
shivering boughs
As they
waltzed, as young lovers
Nervous,
with their curtsies and bows.
Umbrellas
flipped up, pointing to the sky
That,
greying, rumbled low
And gushed,
like a shallow, fleeting sigh
And beat out
a thunderous roar
I ran too,
but I forget now to where.
I fled, and stumbled and fell.
The rain
shuddered, and alone
we knelt,
my face a telling tell.
My bloodied
knee coloured the brown
My hair
poured down my shoulder
As I watched
you, a stranger, dust my white gown
That lay,
reddening. And I grew colder
From the stillness
of your warm eyes
That grew
scared at the white and red
I whispered
to you consoling lies.
And then you
smiled and said, “-
Things that
I don’t remember now as I
Step out of the red and white
And watch it
pool around my feet. My
finger,
naked, has been stripped off its glinting light.
My window
hides in plain sight
And only now
do I see the reign
Of the
pouring knives, darkening the night
With tales
of unending rain.
I see in
your eyes now the day that had
passed me by in
a hurried lash.
Of the weakening
colours and walls sad,
Of a muddy
world, and a deepening gash.
