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…

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…