Unseasonal rain

Unseasonal–

is the soft drizzle, that mists up

my window pane – enveloping

and comforting –as a mother

to her newborn child.

Unseasonal–

when roles are reversed–

wanting, to take foetal position

for yourself – to be cuddled and nursed,

still oblivious to the world of heartache.

Unseasonal–

when Autumn leaves loiter about,

wanting, retrieval of the buds of Spring,

retracing the steps of your youth,

wandering– what you would do differently.

Unseasonal–

though it may seem– rain will come

as it chooses, soft drizzle or pelting hard!

Is it in your stars, the choice or the measure–

or do you just choose to dance in the rain…

wherever and whenever it comes â€¦

Something has to end

It’s past midnight

And sleep remains elusive.

Time keeps ticking, ticking!

You break into a sweat.

What about tomorrow,

And the day after that?

You’ve tried before

To set yourself free,

But you’re tormented

By what you cannot see.

Confusion turns the tides

Of your faltering heart.

Words betray your emotion

In what it has become.

It’s hard to interpret

These immobilising feelings

That are not supposed to be.

Still time keeps ticking, ticking!

The voices inside your head

Grow quarrelsome tonight.

Some say go, others

Tell you not to move,

Each shouting louder

Until you can’t think.

But you alone know:

Something has to end!