Sitting in this
Dark blue Room
That reminds me of crystals ,
I'm calling for stars.

My hands — are throwing fire
To people that spread chaos.
My blood is — running through me
As though , it were cold water.

It's twilight,

The sea is sleeping :
The clouds are painting
Blue-Grey-Black drops.

It's raining ,
People laughing—
Animals hiding
And the moon smiling—
From behind the clouds.

The blind
Is guided by the moon .

The churches :
Are singing merrily
The candles —
Clothing the empty street.
Restless spirits are passing by ,
While this nightingale sings .

My hands are looking like ;
The lakes of stars
In this blue-sea room.

I run outside ;
And get greeted by
The Rains.

Homeless Eyes staring ,
At those Content Eyes
That are complaining of
Not having much .

The street dogs
Getting mocked ;

Praying to God
Stop these rains .

🌟

-Ridhima Joshi