Teacups of thought-tides
How many monsoons do you hide betwixt those lashes that droop down to your dream ?
How many moons have been erased by greyscaled gloomclouds from your sky of solace ?
How long will you breathe by braiding solo sonnets into your tangled tranquility ?
How long will you abscond this bluesome ballet of your life from beings of blurred hearts ?
Why do you wear a worn smile over weeding worries to wade through woes of the world ?
Why do you wave off warnings of a wretched past and speed through to sink with the sun ?
What if dreams are not dreams but droplets of deja vu from the days of another parallel you ?
What if the hues of all hearts are a muddled magenta and the shades of all blood are a riddled red ?
When will those scarred symphonies find a melody to waltz into a surreal sundance ?
When will these wilted and war-stained petals of life be resurrected into peace-painted daisies of love ?
©ak_anjali_daydreamzz || when eventides rain
puzzles in lieu of peace