4 A.M. Thoughts

 4 am thoughts

November Sky!

Standing in her balcony,

Holding coffee in her hands,

Hair swirling in the wind,

She’s lost , while it rains.

She takes a deep breath in,

With her eyes closed,

Feels the scent of wet soil,

She hears, as the wind blows.

A whisper in her ears,

Calling out her name:

“Come dance with me,

Put out the anger and the flame”

Pulls a strand of her hair,

Reaches across her face,

Tucks it behind her ear!

Very gently and with grace.

Faintly stretches out her hand,

Rain drops touch her skin,

Sending a chill down her spine...

And then she flashes a grin!

But her smile turns cold,

Tears fill her eyes,

In the ocean of thoughts,

Her mouth dries!

Music to her ears,

Is the rhythm of this rain!

Resonates with her broken heart.

Her sad feelings, unbearable pain.

She looks up and wonder,

How cruel is the November sky?

She asks the God one last time:

"Let my soul be free, let it fly!"

To see, if beyond dark clouds,

Exists a clear blue sky!

Or is it just false hope,

Is it one of their lies,

The rain also gives her comfort.

Besides the misery and the pain.

Takes her back in the past.

Breaks her free from the chains.

Standing in the balcony,

Holding coffee in her hands,

Hair swirling in the wind,

She’s lost , while it rains.

Farwa.T

Final year