Mariachi

By B P Rachiti

The summer neared and the hate grew worse

The sweat was being engulfed

And the truth beginning to be swallowed

The shadows drowned about after midnight

And gave light to stars and dimly lit houses

Illumination was stark and direction worse

Life grew out of the mere trenches of distress

And the sun, the next day brought no joy

The noise was pollution

And the fares made cheaper to be expensively ridiculed

The touch that embraced life was taken away

And the silence was merely a blessing

The crossroads were shattered

And the weariness now showed to see no console

The dreams of side paths so perplexed

That the inevitable doom did all but wither away

The soul however made a calling

And the body obliged

And the stars distant yet the closest it had ever been

The sun shone too bright but the darkness against the cloudy day saw no remorse

The deep seated insecurities brought back to life

The noise was revived

Now it rained finally to see the rainbow

The rainbow that was admired only at rain, sun and clouds meeting

The shower was new even though the city the same as it had been for years.

However it now saw a shine that many seemed to die but

Only because they were something that they could not admire

The shower was it.

The final call basked in was glory

Finally free and emitted off the worries

Finally dancing to shed the final worry!

By B P Rachiti