RAIN - Kanyaka

RAIN

KANYAKA

Midnight,cold winds , sound of raindrops over your window pane.

The little faded thunder from miles far makes your wall

clock's "tick- tocks" inaudible for seconds.

The lightening bringing a momentary light in your night

lamp deprived bed room which visualises your blanket fabric

for microseconds and then disappears into infinity.

The cold wind which brings you a little more closer to pillow and makes you cuddle a little more. You trying hard to sleep , with every raindrop you missed him more. With every thunder you open your eyes gazing_

" Will he still be there with an umbrella for you or

just passed away through wet footpaths?"

Rain intensified and so as your emotions. When all

are fast asleep you are awaking, pillow drenching.

As if night has paused between emotions and rain.

The "tick-tock" is least bothered about your storming

nerves.

"Is he too awake?"

Nostalgia finally managed to get into your busy

schedule.

Somewhere some promises are being kept still now.

"Rain reminds me of you."

"Does rain reminds as him of you as well?"

Rain reduced.

First ray strikes your burnt eyes, a warmth ray, so warm, drying the last humid of your face.

A new day started.

The wet soil smells like an unturned page of your diary which smells so similar yet new which needs to be inked down and read again.