#088

it is november and
sunbirds peck somewhere
underneath my rib-cage.

when i shut my eyes
the sky over my head slopes
and there are fortresses,
castles,
sphinxes. even fairy-tales.

and then the rain comes. cracks swell
with redness.
the sky sinks, and

suddenly i am empty.

©Mohana Das

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10 thoughts on “#088

  1. Wow…

    I can really relate to this poem. You capture the essence of dreams. So well. Everything is rosy and then suddenly, everything is not. You’re happy and then out of nowhere, you just feel drained.

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