An Ordinary Poem

Days are much concrete at times, with a soul too obtuse. Nothing happens inside ,to calm down a pain, or to diffuse I let the faces, I love the most, leave, one by one And waited for the heavy curtains of oblivion To end everything, every pain and sorrow. An exposed love is nothing but an open space For inflicting fresh wounds, heartache to grow. An identified hardships of an indigent emotion Egregious reason of a rather volatile passion. Bright, white clouds in the blue sky float by... Float by delightfully, without any hesitation I saw the clouds, and wanted to clean the sky with a handkerchief, whitest of the kind. To wipe out the clouds, And To wipe out the suffocations of all stories untold To fix an inevitable state of delirium, of mind. I felt my vulnerability then, As these attempts led me to a conclusive moment Where clouds were forcing and merging , altogether With this fine, delicate fabric of mine, and overshadowing the high-rise buildings of downtown Stopping the signals, crosswalks and all other progressions. Only it was me who was left there, alone… With a tremendous grandiosity, a lavish consecrate note To drag a shattered , devastated body to carry on And an astonishing hopeful mind To venture, To triumph Holding a white piece of distraction To mediate the measurement of the depth of the sky. I paused for a moment. As I needed the handkerchief badly. After the daydreaming is over.