UNINVITED BLUES.

uninvited blues waltz
back into my life!
the meadows of my cheeks
glazed with rain,
for both the eyes
conspired to flood!
the blues don't have a
name, face or purpose-
blues for blues sake,
i suppose!

soon pretentious morning
will be here,
we will wear
our smiles on again
like we do every day!
last night will be a-
secret between
the tear flavoured pillow
and my non- existent sandman.

love,
aditi

( more late night poetry, i know its crap why the hell did i post it?)