The Wind...

A blow of wind came from the window,
while I was asleep in a mellow dream,
the sky still dark with the moon in the corner,
filled with grey up to the brim.

The blowing wind takes along my rage,
for breaking the fragile walls of my dream,
i take a leap towards the kitchen,
consoling my soul…so bustling so serene..

My nerves sense the danger,
and my eyes shut with pain,
a heartless piece of glass,
has hurt my foot frame.

Pieces of crimson glass,
are shattered on the floor,
shining in the moonlight,
and red drops in galore.

A vase lie down..broken..helplessly on the floor

The reality flickered…
The memories shivered…
He is no more!!
It was a dream…delicate…broken…crimson

Oh wind …the wild wind….
You left a storm behind…