[ REBIRTH ]


End of a gloomy grey night,
Clouds obscuring the starlight,
Eyes flutter open with a squint,
Absent traces of light, absent hint,
Only the vast grey nothing
Stretching on to the rimless horizon.
A hundred shades of darkness,
Obscuring, hulking, unwieldy:
Whispering menace, feigning timidness,
Ears trying to conceal the truth,
But the grey is devoid of ruth.
Time flickers by, the sun is dead
Mind rages on, introspecting the incorporeal:
Soft breeze caresses leaves,
Mellow metamorphizes into tints of grey,
Heart comprehends the incomprehensible -
Beauty got devoured by darkness, during the
Confluence of the sky and earth,
Abandoning me in the throes of rebirth,
Engulfing the blooming flowers,
Creating a world sans imagination;
Sans colour, sans inspiration, sans you.
Cigarette jutting at the tip of the lips,
Dense smoke playing hide and seek,
Reminiscent memories in cold decay,
Symphonies of you and I fading away,
Grey oceans bleeding into the grey sky,
Can't be outfought, can't be outdone,
Can't be outmatched, can't be outrun.
Numbness seeping into my bones,
As I cuss at this wretched existence.
Grey clouds afloat, rumbling in the distance,
Melancholic: they can't change
My vision of paradise.
Dreary eyed and forlorn,
I see the grey coming to ensconce me:
It can't touch what is already corrupt,
So I sway with the breeze,
Senses flirting with nonpresent palettes
Of colour, of light that painted
Another world, at another time.
I can't bare to look up
To the bruised souls mirrored overhead,
Instead I look in, afar, to the beauty within,
To the twinkling essence of what is left
Of you, in this blemished nothingness,
In this state of rebirth;
So I whisper melodies to the grey,
Hoping to fly, hoping to leap away,
Away to your waiting arms,
To the humming birds,
To the thought of being born
After rebirth.

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