WASH

like the blood of clouds
it bleeds on me.
drenches me.
purges me.
it doesn't matter
whether i wanted it,
yearned for it,
waited.

in a flood of purity
i wash my sadism.
Pray, tell me not
what am i missing
Coz, i know not what.

it plays softly in my hair.
tells me things.
soothes despair.
this wind blowing gently,
all in me.
carrying me.

it rains and rains.
it rains in me.
i wish it won't stop
until it floods in me.
let it be my thirst
let it be my cure
let it be my want
and let it be more!