syllables

Raining Colors…

There is that phase of life that revisits you ever so often…
That phase where you talk a million syllables of silence, where there is a profound meaning to a leaf drifting in the wind… where every second takes on an evangelical mission…And in a neon moment, the banal act of the spider lunching, mutates to a highfalutin tale of survival, instinct and the way things are…
There is that phase of life that revisits you ever so often…
That phase where you crave company like a hungry child for a bosom, where there is a sense of opulence in a crowd. And everything around flashes in sulphur brilliance
There is that phase of life that revisits you ever so often…
That phase where you repress the urge to break into fragments, where you find yourself alone in a crowd…And in a flash u realize… it is raining colors…