Fresh delights...

Here's to the fresh delights
Of the rains...
That create a puddle everywhere,
Trickle through the soul and
Sprinkle the those muddy tears
On every unsuspecting foot that
Dares overleap it, carelessly.

Here's to the fresh delights
Of converstaions...
Every futile word uttered,
Draining yet another day into
Blissful memory blurred,
Tinged with irony and ether,
For who cares to treasure
them deliberately.

Here's to the fresh delights
Of the nights...
That melt away into tears and
Sublime vapours remain of them,
A little entwined with dreams,
A warm blanket of nightmares
Covering it head to toe.
For whoever wishes to face it with
Open eyes will know.