Scion

When there is something ... Making me sad it makes me

……………….. Completely sad,

That there is nothing, as partially sad,

So when I’m sad, I’m just sad and nothing else. When I’m

Happy ….. I’m happy … and sometimes I’m just musical

My mood swings like the cloudy skies ………..

Still, I try and live a normal life, a simple life

Unlike the ones of my Locality, somehow, just failing to be

That social and chatty. It’s all about the cigarettes that I lit,

I wonder why they burn out so fast and

I so slowly puff, I smoke the G  

I smell like the Rainy days, I sound like the Sea 

I remain in the twilight and follow the clouds’ Flight,

Flying to the unknown .. Roaming like the flocks of the cows

In the green fields …………

I live in silence, the merrily Crowd no more appeals me.

Nothing seem to glamour me at all

I go out for walk in the mid nights

Where my shadows follow me from different directions,

Under the Sodium lights of the old towns’ old streets

Nothing stayed as grave as it used to be, everything turned 

Shallow

When I get back home, I go straight to sleep

When I close my eyes it’s just bunch of crazy dreams come

……………………………………. to say me hallo

When I woke up this morning, looked outside

To the lights of the open, the Crow outside the window

Said me, ‘Good Morning ….

It Put me into confusion and I tried my best to have my

Mind off that and tried to think of something else ……

So I thought, that is a horse fish, or may be a sea lion

Well, why would the rattle snake ‘Hissssss ……..

………………………………………………. To the scion !