Rain Alchemist

Seasons of life

My home is a lucid dream themed in spring,

With warmth of a family; like summer,

But my illusion is limited, by the ticking,

Blades of a clock tower above the clouds,

The same clouds that were accountable

For the long rainy days , I experienced

Now I sway dead dusty debris of autumn

From my closed eyes, as I fear to be awake

In a reality seasoned by eternal, lonely winter.

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Published by Rain Alchemist

I am Vinayak and I go by the poetry name Rain Alchemist. Writing has been my passion from a long time and this blog is to contain the reservoir of my work. I am not a genre specific writer, I believe thoughts have endless forms and can be shaped into any genre. I am grateful that I can express my thoughts through my poems and writings. I love reading great work and would be delighted to meet like minded poets and writers. That's all for now, and yes, if you do visit my blog, do say hello, I would be delighted if you say hi. Thanks

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