it's funny how people
seek solace in the rain
but still call it the season of romance.
maybe it's about the overbearing loneliness
that makes them give it
a hopeless one but still
a chance.
and that overwhelming blurriness my dear
which puts a lot in perspective.
or maybe it's just the way
the rain sets us equal-
you and me,
irrespective.
something about the cold heavy air
yet ironically how it makes the heart lighter
maybe a bit of half-hearted hope
that times that await us are brighter.
a little expectation but that bit of apprehension
and the sky pouring defiantly as it fights the shining sun.
"maybe tomorrow is a new day
maybe we'll make it ourselves."
it's funny how we seek solace in the rain
and find it within ourselves.
~Dishashree Swain
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Into The Black Hole
PoetrySometimes, pain becomes peace. Eureka! He's an oxymoron.It's been almost over eleven months; six months when it got way too critical, but I've been evolving and growing up out of it. It means much less to me now, and again, it keeps reminding me th...
