Letters to me..

Every broken drop falls
And etches out a story
Trembling and shivering
Screaming in agony
Drowning in the weight
Of each other's company

Two drops meet and part in shame
Breaking in misery
And obscured fonts shine
With ambiguity
Interspersed, like fingers
Tired from parity

Trickling down their paths
With ingenuity
Drumming with a silky touch
Swaying on giddily
Orchestrated in randomness
The music of melody

Fallen from sailing clouds
Risen from the sea
The story of failure
And rising unto glory
The rain tells me about hopes today
Through its letters to me.

Venin

How incomplete is my silence
Without the stimulation
Of your soft, serene presence
On my sanity and station.

Suppressed, like a stolen secret
I sway, searching for support
Holding, on one hand, my spirit
On another, my bleeding heart.

Flickering at a sorry span
Shines guidance, calling at me
I seek; in a subtle scan
Its beckoning - half-heartedly.

Supposed synonyms look and smile
At striking similitudes
But I sense the shaking spile
In the weakening attitudes.

The gardens, the fields; they call out
Afar, the tight rope awaits
Vicious and savage, the flames shout
As I stroke the poisonous bait.