Joys of lifetimes Scraped into one Everyday is the same Nothing rings true anymore. All the lights are dimmer The gas flames flicker Cold winds chill my bones Bare to the cold winter. All the windows are closed, The roads deserted. Even the beggars are nowhere to be found The stray animals huddled for warmth. Screams of stars echo in the night, The moon a silent viewer The world's slumbering As the sky tears. The nights strech The morning far away Distant as my childhood Clouded with the passage of time. Takes me back to a time When jilted lovers used to meet, The bougainvillea still blooms But the colour has faded away.