Rain of Agony

Soaking in the Rain.

Soaking in the Rain.

Every night, i watch the sky, adore at the vast beauty of it and wonder, are you watching it too? are we watching it together? You told me to look at the moon if i miss you. Here i am. I am looking at it. Are you looking at it too? It rained this evening and i let my soul drench in it because you once said, you loved rain. I watched the rain drops settling on my fingers, slipping across the center of my palm, paving their way to the ground, i tried to collect them, i closed my fist hard, very hard, but it slipped away. Reminding me of how destiny beautifully brought us together later tearing us apart. I watched the long leaves of the coconut tree flowing with the wind, forced to fall apart but they stayed their. Firm. Reminding me of how passionately close you brought yourself to me, fearing if i’d go. It felt cold under the rain. The water has penetrated deep, it removed all the mud over the buried memories. Echoing your name to me. Loud, very loud. The wind rushed upon the door, leaving it’s left pane open. Reminding me of how you walked through the door to greet me every morning. The splatter of raindrops in the courtyard made some music, reminding me of the melody of your voice.I saw a flower lying on the road. Crushed by the heavy waters. Reminding me of the first rose you gave me. I shivered at the lightning stroke. It was creepy. Not as creepy as the day when, i knew, i’d never see you again. I could combat these thunders. They were not as mighty as those gruesome dark nights when i endlessly sobbed and shouted your name loud, if my voice could reach you. Now, i whisper your name. It’s still the most beautiful sound for me. The only difference is, then, it used to cheer me up, now, it shatters me.

The rain has stopped. Everything is still. As still as my abandoned soul.

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Roses & Thorns

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There was a girl unknown in town
Her face placid like a sea
A passionate dreamer was she.

Girls of her age stayed in vogue
Dislike their snob
Moon and stars got her heart throb.

She loved to walk the fields
But they had roses and thorns
Clarity of her choices never made her torn.

Plucking a few roses that captured her heart
Scent, tender petals made them pretty
Thorns lawfully reduced it’s beauty.

Aiming to reach the mountain ahead
To stand at it’s peak
To feel the happiness streak.

Lost in her dreams
She continued her steps
A thorn in her finger crept

It bled, it pained
But she kept her foot firm
To reach her aim, she had to be mum.

A warrior who fights
Wars of emotions unspoken
Injury on her finger was easily forgotten.

Her garden of life
Where she was taking a walk
Had little roses more thorns in stock.

Trained she was
To feel their pain
To reach her dream she would bear the strain.

The moon smiled at her
The stars narrated her tales
The majesty of her hopes would never let her fail.

Her walk is long
The mountain is far
Roses are less, thorns amass.

Life is a garden
Roses are happiness, thorns are painful treads
The dream is to reach for the mountain ahead.

# A Striver
# who believes
# Zindagi Gulzar Hai!!