One has to pray that the days do not become too choleric For night suffers from a negative temper and emaciated from it The shadows look hideous when they hum painfully of spoilt moments Earsplitting echoes trigger an agonizing hallucination in the mind Wronged in so many ways, the abused days and night seek revenge Indelible smudges of intemperance look like blue patches on frail … Continue reading Choleric Days