A gift of thunder and a blurry eye.
I stand amidst the cool showers
My sweat cold and sticky, dry
Throat – drier, for nothing
Else is.
Let me tell you
There is an ugly dog that lives
Rather, comes and goes, looks
Beneath the cars, on the walls,
Looks sincerely, looks hard
Looks precisely for a place
To piss.
Don’t you see?
There’s more to it than what gives
An ugly dog and man, lulling,
Against the wind, beneath the sky
Feigning a solemnity than there is,
Mulling, “Is anything greater
Than this?”
Hi! Aashirwad. A beautiful presentation of a dragon of thoughts that is our brain which can lead someone to do wrong things beneath the ‘sky’ (Almighty) and make someone euphoric.
Good piece of work, however, with a grey shade, commendable.
Yes Sister, road to hell is paved with bloody good intentions. The only difference is, the hell here is internal rather than being an external construct.
Love it!
Thanks a lot, Kev 🙂