Category: Written in 2014

The rain falls like it does each year.
It takes away all you held dear,
It washes the soul with age
(If there is a soul to assuage),
It leaves damp, sweat, mosquitoes,
It brings forgotten fevered woes,
It blots out the sun with panels of grey…
Do you pretend to like things this way?

Some say the mind is a pale full moon,
Twirling to an erratic tune,
Played by some lunatic in a room,
Driven from hope born from who knows whom…

The rain stops like an unfaithful lover
Nothing old to save nothing new to discover.

Then pretend you love that barren moon:
Find two legs to dance to that tune,
Til you find the haunted soul who starts it all,
Lead him to a grave, cut his throat, let him fall.

Sometime will I think of the pain
When I thought you were a friend
Then I shall not be repenting again
For the pain might come to an end,

Yet memory of it will cause me to see
Hidden motives in each new set of eyes
And every truth shall fail to be
Because you once converted all to lies.

Time itself has conspired with you
As what you once were you now are not
Teaching me the false instead of the true
To demerit friendship, distrust the lot.

 

Last monsoon I walked with you beside me,
Your ambling gait made thoughts twinkle with fear:
Fear that arose like swells of a dark sea;
But they twinkled back for you were then near.
This monsoon, rain falls from a pink sunset,
While I relish two young ones at my feet;
But each hour brings back what I try to forget,
Each raindrop corresponds to your heartbeat.
It feels like you never entered that sea
That sea that darkens with each ebb each flow.
Welcome! If there your eyes I get to see –
There isn’t any reason to let you go!
Let me float in these waters without fears,
Where I can’t discern your rain from my tears.