Monday, June 15, 2015

Monsoons

Its the season of moody rainshowers that are here
To lash out at your long-dried jaundiced conscience
Season of peeling off of love
Of births of insects, grass, and babies
Of new madness, new skin,
New frailties, new lust, new deeds
Till your new lover, or is he old
Peels off your dreams from
Eyes now too moist 

Drunk on the moody rains.