The howling of the winds
Just makes sounds like racing cars
The grey colored sky waiting to pour down
Painting the sky like a mockery clown
The slight ray of light peeping through the clouds
Questions itself with doubts
Moving closer bit by bit to the land
Wait until I hold you in my hands
Playing with the winds and the sea
Hush! It is just you and me ☺
Well! Tell me Mr. Rainy man
Will you be mine? ♡
The picture was taken today in Busan, South Korea by the author. It was a fine rainy evening which is an alarm call for a solitude poem. I love this lonely late evening where I walk in the rain like I own it and soak myself with the rain. It's madness some might say. But for me, it’s a never-ending relationship.
Shattered in pieces of plenty
Heavy-hearted,
Is this me…?
I couldn't even recognize
Fighting to breathe more,
walking to empty shore,
keeping me busy,
was not that easy.
Overthinking brain took control
Autopilot mode for a while
Creating a void inside,
nothing let to decide.
Resting alone,
Finding home,
Just for me
with the wind and sea.
Chasing after my thoughts,
have become a lost cause
The winds and the waves and their buffoonery
tells me not to worry.
Smiling a little
Glowing a little
Healing…
Healing…
Something that holds me
from my innate stupidity
and the outside reality
The picture was taken from my dormitory room a year before last winter (2019) in Busan. The time was a bit rough and I went through a major mental breakdown. I spent most of my time isolated and in solitude. Controlling your thoughts, to have mental health is a greater deal, it seems. The effort is always excessive. It was a big deal for me coming out of it. To all who is out there, needing a little love and affection, you are not alone. Let’s be there for each other. Let’s grow together.
Thank you for reading. Have a cheerful day!
Paint me with the color of my sky
With the right amount of hues
Add a filter of my emotions
With a shade of peace and silence
Carve it with solitude
And cover with soft kisses…
