The fading of blossoms


the grumbling sounds of clouds at 2am
seep into my pain-ridden sleep, reminding me
of ice-cubes clinking in a glass of whisky
before the alcohol numbs your consciousness.

rain leaves the clouds and becomes a soundtrack,
alternately gentle and turbulent, to my midnight desires;
i stare through barred windows as the vertical streams
break reality into neatly spaced squares

and i imagine the fate of the gulmohar blossoms –
proud, red, fiery and morally upright –
they make a canopy under my normally blue sky,
but did they have a chance tonight

against the bullets of water that shoot into
their velvety red bodies? i imagine them
crumpled and lifeless on shimmering, deserted streets
lying with their comrades, all of them collateral damage,
to the parched dreams of you and me.

About Aditi

My thoughts are who I am and I am what my thoughts make me.
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