Three Summers

On a briskly breezy evening;I met you the very same day,Three summers back.You are, my frightening nightmare.You still is, my most comforting dream.

Confluence

Everything was dark around,the planks beneath and so were the feet; cold. The pound under the chest was vigorous,and the mind was dealing with its own hurricane.All he could hear was his deep exhale,a few murmurs behind those thick curtains,which seemed to increase with every subsequent breath. He tiptoed to the centreas if he was…