The darkness is dripping
From the roofs as the mind
Wandering aimless, in the alleys of time
Through the dust and the grime
Peers at thoughts in the darkness
For a tryst with a crime
Or embrace with a lover
Too brief for a kiss
Or a sigh at the sight of the innocence and bliss
On the face of a flower in a cracked flower vase
That is lying on its side
Like a delicate bride
On the altar of misguided tradition
With a smile, like a ripple
On the face of a lake
With a shrug of the shoulder, it slowly gets bolder
Its eyes full of sin and sedition
The night and its sons and its daughters to take
And then, the retreat
But without a defeat
And the sun, with its light like a flood
The mind then strips off all its thoughts one by one
Till, at last, it is naked experience
To face the torment
Once the passion is spent
And all that remains is the blood