Seasons And Senses

I gather ashes of those red woods

Which made my bonfire twirled

Opposite that routine gravity of

Fragile emotions on my damp land

There wasn't frost, weren't

All illusionary sights for which

I could throw a flow of water-colors,

To blazon rutilant sunrays on the

Cold chest of eyes

I forget some bits of that winter which 

Made me an acosmist 

Now, I erase burns on my walls 

By that sombre summer days which

Lip marks still I can smell on that

Sweaty bed sheet, reminds me

My inner temperature of nightmares

Won against external heat

And I had sleepless nights

Was dying by the dehydration

Without water of love

As this is a season of cloudbursts

Season of falling at knees

Season of letting go till last cell

Overcast days pass on my papery skin

Anxiety inside me jumps high 

Like she will quench her thirst soon

Locked hairs get release and fly in the air

And feet just walk on the raindrops

Soaked heart dry themselves under

That light of rainbow

And my wounds wonder to get

Healed by these leaves of weather

Mouthless poetries of petrichor make

All past days alive, some sting pins

To my wild spine and

Some give water to beautiful buds

Amidst hopes and regrets

My heart drench 

And my soul gets rebirth for rain

Decore herself to ride the life cycle again

With different shades of seconds

With new energy for forthcoming wars

Under the new planet of seasons