MELLIFLUENT GROWLINGS1 min 44 1 min 44
Why do I wonder upon these dichromatic clouds, dark and
White? When surrounded by a dark companion- white steam
Gradually converts their attitude to darkness. Transition from
Good to bad is easy, from bad to good- just remains a dream.
The present condition of mine does not deal with the company or
What my previous self was. There is anger, filled inside this vessel,
Unconveable, I want to spit it, vomit it all out!! But restrained
By my other self who wants social contacts in this life's hustle.
Now, the passerby cloud and I are the possessors of the same
Dilemma. It, sorry, he has pain, I have anger; he rumbles
But does not rain, I hear my loudness inside but cannot say.
He has grown dark- I too. Anger exits, and no future crumbles.
What? You rain? I thought you were just carrying all that stuff
With you..wait, these drops are cool?! Even being dark you
Shower cool feelings on us? How benevolent! And I, though
I have knowledge, light; I could not act in order to blow
The sadness on faces like you do. No, no, you touch the soul.