Today, my thoughts have scattered In your sky Being captured, by your unknown Mind I am at the crossing of your divided Highway, Waiting for a spell of Rain. Being confused, where to go, once again I asked an array of evening clouds, They went away, not giving me Any reply. When death is gifted as a shower of Loneliness, from your hand And if reflected meaningfully, in your smile. I need sometime for my anthology of sorrows, to be drafting with the key board of Time and compile. A lovely Day is nothing but a speculation. And a lovely Night, is an inevitable abomination. ©kdee14
Make a dome of Love, after my death, somewhere in this world. I won't mind, if there is no river beside.