Reclining

The woolly patterns warm the sky It is a chilly morning unwilling to wake up Wrapped in a comfortable darkness This warm feeling of anonymity and timelessness Labouring through the day feels annoying After a sudden resurgence of worldly emotions Breathing peacefully looking in a mellow home Time feels abundant, assuring, and friendly The images collapse against each other A new marvel of hazy colours … Continue reading Reclining

Through the Window

He was fidgeting with the windows. Although it was morning, he wasn’t sure of welcoming the light. The room was pulsating with uncertain vibes. It was probably because of the kind of dreams he has been experiencing lately. Serene darkness did not make its way towards a simple path but deviated and crowded him with worrying dreams. The paroxysms were becoming intense; it was quite … Continue reading Through the Window