Rain...

Life is coated with spice,
Enhanced when boiled,
Once you've played with the dice,
You'd forget poise...

As I am greeted by thunder,
Embraced by lightning,
You'd notice my blunders,
Is the gap widening?

Her frantic cries,
They're just ceased by her vain,
The bitterness of ice,
Melts with the rain...

Glee as it is symbolically show,
Isn't only a celebration of life,
There are drops of glee when you mourn,
This is when you make love to poise...

A single drop of blood,
Has bloomed into a dream,
Paved by love,
Morphed into the unseen...

What would you know about intimacy,
Until you have searched the chinks of your mind,
These illusions of purity,
They are sculpted by the blind...

Introspection would only help you if you caress your pain,
Your reflexes are your arrows,
Your actions are your fate,
This gap of fate and the morrow...

The widening gap of your accolades,
When at battle against your putridity,
These are you tainted mistakes,
Who's to judge purity?

The spice that morphed into blood,
Actions that morphed into dicey fate,
When the highest peak transcended from vain to love,
It all happen in the rain...

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