What Do You Seek — Memories, of me, of you, splattered with a tinge of raindrops,
punctuated by everlasting haziness, running helter-skelter across the dreamy mindscape,
reminiscence, monsoon rain-laden winds caressing the quench of a seared soul,
the amalgamated conscience of a forgotten string of emotions,
juxtaposing together, sewing, sewed together,
meandering aimlessly, slowly towards the sun-kissed horizon,
what do…