Face

''When was the last time you felt the rains?''

And she didn't stop to give a reply..

It was raining heavily;

I remember the panic room,

Clowns bargaining on the flesh and sweat;

Red, clumsy walls closing; so close; too close;

And the breasts awaiting the acoustics..

The known faces hiding an innocent smile and

When the drizzles were oozing like blood,

Blood started outshining the rivulets

And the flow flushing us away to the door -

Prologues of free smile, free soul and free rains..

I don't know whether I will be edging the

Denouement or perhaps the

Story hasn't ended, though I will not wait

For the rains to stop; the peacock is still dancing;

It is raining heavily.