The Rains !

Lazy evening; through the window I peek,
Rain pouring down, oh what a treat!
Grabbed my keys; out to enjoy the sight,
Hot tea and smoke, and a long drive.
Rains amaze me with children dancing around,
On the way I saw, a hut shattered to the ground.
I sit in my car and enjoy the weather,
Houses protected with roofs and  body in leather.
I saw people crying outside the shattered hut,
While I sipped my tea with the doors shut.
Happiness comes at the cost of others' dreams,
For some it's balcony, for others the street.

Darkness

Open the doors and let them see,
that darkness doesn't always harbour demons.
It is darkness where dreams are created;
it is darkness where love often unveils.
Open the doors and let  them see,
that darkness doesn't always mean gloom.
It is darkness where a new life starts;
it is darkness where the strongest of the relations are built.
Open the doors and let them see,
that darkness doesn't always lack glee.
It is darkness where a man unleashes his emotions;
it is darkness where tears are shed and hope screams.
Open the doors and let then bring in light,
for their eyes are not adapted to struggle and believe.

My fault?

The daffodils, the sparrows,
the snowfall, the meadows;
Nothing comforts my restless soul
nothing that can soothe the burning coal.
Black it turned in the ages of decay
once which was green on the clay.
The chirping, the blooming; all stopped at once
when they attacked me with all the puns.
Gay I was, but is it a fault,
to turn my happiness in lines of salt.
Now here I sit in darkness, to make them feel all good,
and they warm their evenings, flaming the wood.