A witless montage

A swim in the ocean,
a walk in the park;
A flight from dusk,
to just after dark.

That crow in my window,
cawing away;
His beautiful little murder,
flying astray.

Few notes on the guitar,
a cold sunshower;
The mist at dawn,
a pitcher with my friends, at the bar.

The sweet morning wake up,
from my emo female;
Her beautiful evil grin,
from my memory trail.

That double-bass thunder,
the moonlight in the street;
The moist tropic wind,
carrying petrichor on her feet.

There’s so much to be sad about,
so much darkness and pain;
So little to make me happy.
less complicated for,
my crazy little brain.

By: Viraj Belgaonkar

2 thoughts on “A witless montage

Pen it... or aaa type it. u know what i mean.

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