• ananya_writes_ 10w


    Sound of lightening
    broke the untimely sleep;
    Sound of pouring clouds
    washed the dirt off the souls

    Nightmares of ages
    decorated with lost dreams,
    All burnt with the thunder, for a day,
    Ashes washed away, with rain

    Leeches crawled out
    Looking for skin to live off,
    Another fear, gripped again
    Only if I could fly away