A Midnight Shower Thought

They say NICE GIRLS FINISH LAST. I cannot contradict that. Nice girls do finish last because, they are exhausted and crippled by other people's selfishness; their desire to win is stronger. But when the race is long, even though the gold medal is secured, it is not the winner who gets much applause. It is the crippled who with determination finishes the race that gains the respect and admiration of thousands.

Gloom

Hey Gloom, how are your grey clouds keeping?
Hope you would visit soon, soothing the parched earth.
Flying endlessly in one vast sky,
floating amongst the heavens,
I stand a tiny spec; do you see me?
Running against the wind, I smile
As the sun hides; you surround me from above
I've longed to hear the low rumble of your voice
You've been absent too long;
The weather of my dreams.

Do you see me? Will you come for me?
Or is it a mirage I see before me?

"g"ODS

You call her the weather; your smile
The most beautiful words strung to distract
A pained and an unrested mind.
You watch her eyes sparkle with dreams
Lighting up as a dead candle,
Forming through fire.
You allow her to deepen her bow
Widen her porcelain smile,
And release her arms wide open,
Before you cut her; leave her bleeding
Another wound, another scar.

But she is your weather, your smile
Your sunshine;
Your natural disaster.
Careful.