an elocution on a rainy day while sipping coffee beside the glass window of starbucks cafe

leaves falling blown by the monsoon winds
rains and more rains
the whole day outside the flowers are so wet and heavy
empty streets and
two women with black umbrella
and a man
looking at me angry perhaps why i have looked at him
long enough
beyond curiosity as i begin to write another poem
concerning falling and
humanity,

you get bored sometimes looking for something new
when actually
for the meantime there is none except the fact that
to feel new
you simply have to reinvent
yourself and
recreated another world from
the wasted  hours of your
monotony.