Rain

The clouds becoming 'dark' from white
A mellow journey turned into a rage
Full of anguish-the storms and lightning;
What's left is a bare contemplation
For what it may take, and what will remain.

The turmoils of pretending are visible
As the wind has left us all naked
We see each other-our vulnerabilities;
Now shall we put an effort to feel them too?
Somebody asked.

We knew nicer things were just another "cup of tea"
And these subtle delusions were what makes a life.
With no intentions to pry into someone's emotions
We thought it was okay to ask for whatever we like.

But, the clouds were becoming 'dark' from white
A mellow journey was subtly turning into a rage
Full of anguish, with the storms and lightning;
And what was left there, a bare contemplation
For what it might take, and what would remain.

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