Spiny veins of discord
finds a wet wall
clings and climbs.
nerves sense each other, meet
along cracks and crevices
openings that would never joint
wide for the roots to delve in deep
spreading tight grip
winding left and right
claiming the bricks
to resonate with them.
Weather that nurtures them
in the way they should grow
wind caresses the thorny leaves
that spill blood on the buds
they turn red.
The Sun wanted to throw some light
on the shadows dark, scary
of sharp teeth, claws, pointed nails,
poisonous fangs all of untruth;
from behind thick clouds.
Time is for unseen scenes on the wall
playing the scripts of fear and mistrust.
May be sometime can let in
the rays of hope, expectations
from the tiny glittering stars
peeping out while the clouds move
to subdue the agitated minds.
Sometimes may leave the blossoms open.