Melancholy Monday

I woke up today with the cold  blues. It had been raining through the night and I wanted to just sleep and write.  Here’s what I came up with, Let me know what you think in the comments.

Cheers to Melancholy  Mondays!


I wrote a song for you

Though you will never hear it

I made up a story we can live in

Translated shadows into some thing quaint

If you stayed, you’d have seen it wane


The browning of a willow

Reeks of sage and olive wilting away

Giving up it’s power to photosynthesise.

The storm so raw and daunting

will never drown  our melancholic atmosphere.


You remind of the mortality of our being

The passing rain that never dries up.

When I write these personal stories about you, Us

I do it because it’ll transcend  life

I suppose it already has.


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There is a dilapidating dark  place

Once occupied by wonder, and  meadows

Rainbows, and childish exuberance.

Now a foul stench seethes through the vents.


An inferno ravished by,

leaving behind rusty embers

where a playground used to be.

Despair is borne of a fairytale.


A creature roams through the wreckage.

It blooms, unrestrained. Unencumbered.

It wreaks of melancholia.

Known territories

Unknown boundaries.


It lurks, night & day,

Never resting,

Ever peering its apathetic yellow eyes

Scowling for a faint whiff of hemoglobin.

Innocence must be purged.


Minuscule words, with inexorable meanings.