Mood

Mood feels sombre today

I know yet another day

What should it be blamed on?

The sombre grey weather?

Coffee not being hot?

Breakfast not planned yet?

Reason to exist not known?

Bored with my thoughts alone

Humdrum of life I blame

Nothing matters I claim

Conversations soul sucking I name

What's with the game of the fame?

Outperform each other

Poor rats did they know

They were on a race

And we living in a fast pace

Sun rays streaming into the room

Birds chirping with excitement

A far away siren heard

Fragrant flowers camphor adds to Divinity

Grandpa's loud chants across the home

A wall filled with amusing old photos

Photos spoke to me often

Granny calling my name out

Mood still sombre but soul smiling

Of bygone days and era 

When tiny houses were homes

Fainting into beauty of past

Time travel in front of my eyes flashed 

Angst of present I bury

I pause in the present

To feel a gentle fragrance of past

I walk past through 

Stepping into diorama of life

Past present and future 

and many dimensions 

Thawing my sombre mood

Melting away the pain 

At that particular time

My mood was terrifyingly sublime