dolorous interludes.

fade to grey.

The smoky awareness of heartache in the month of May wearies me; with every promise of starry love beneath the burgundy skies, words of naked grief and muted disappointment reaches another as evening darkens. Many of us await June with an eagerness that surpasses mundane, transient, weekend joys- basking in the post monsoon sunshine, trotting along our city centre while carrying baskets full of shopping items amidst the sale, mindless chatter at coffee houses till dawn as we free ourselves from stern demands at school, and what better time for budding romances to bloom than the month of june! But we forget too, that in a not too distant land down south across the oceans, june promises only gloom and a cold so brittle it breaks even the sturdiest of hearts, especially the singular souls with no warmth to light their desires of a yearning chamber waiting to be filled.

posted by voyeur @ 5/30/2005 06:33:00 PM