The Summer Rain

This summer I cannot write, the pages of my soul have dried up…..there’s nothing I can do, sitting below a leafless tree, under the scorching sun waiting for you, hoping one day you will come back.
This place is very sad there’s nothing around, the roads to the cities are lost, there’s no one that lives here in this abandoned land except me and these blank pages with our memories all around. The desert sometimes laughs at me and calls him more fertile than my memories with you. In the midst of this darkness, under the merciless summer sun… I am waiting for you to come back and take me with you to the land of happiness, which we knew once blossomed, in our heart.
I am waiting for the summer rain to rescue me,but the clouds are no more in love with desert it seems.For now even they are afraid to fall in love, even they have abandoned us. It’s only me and the lifeless desert, both waiting, waiting for the rain to fall, waiting for you to come and take our lives away.desert_tree_by_inextremiss-d4jkhca

In the midst of nowhere here I am waiting…waiting for what I don’t know. I don’t know whether these blank pages will ever see ink over them,kiss them, touch them gently, and write tales that generation shall read.The only thing that I know is far away some mad cloud is falling in love with a beautiful desert, and the wind is calling me and whispering “Get up its already raining there”.


The Mystic Goodbye

And then you waved goodbye, with tears in your eyes and a faint smile on your face, I remember it was difficult for you to even utter those simple words, I remember how tears dropped from your cheeks and you held my hands, I knew you never wanted to go, I knew we were never going to meet, the way you gazed into my eyes and touched my heart. I remember …with every seconds that passed you held me tighter, the fear of separation was inside us both, still I pretended to be strong and made you laugh. Time was running out… both said nothing; both knew there was nothing that words would have said, than what silence did.

Still I am hopeful that one day you’ll come back, you will come back running with same tears rolling out of your eyes, but this time these will be the tears of joy, this time these will be the tears of hope, this time neither I will make you laugh, nor will stop them. For this time I will let you wash me with your tears, for I will be around your arms. For this time I will cry harder than you, for this time the concept of ‘two soul’ will no longer hold good, for this time even separation will cry with us, and no Goodbye will ever dare to separate us.

Dancing Fireflies…

“Loneliness adds beauty to life. It puts a special burn on sunsets and makes night air smell better.”

Henry Rollins

…and here I am,in the midst of nowhere,burnt by the moonless sky;cold,helpless,tired;lying on my bed waiting for the morning.Waiting impatiently for the first sunlight to see me,waiting for the first drop of dew to fall upon me and dissolve me in itself,for the birds to welcome tomorrow,I am waiting to open my eyes and see my bruises caused by my own hands.

I am not sure I was 9 or 10 that time,but it was summer.Yes it was summer,I can smell it,can feel the dust rising from the field.As if I am running;bare feet,to catch my kite.

It was the first time,when I saw those dancing fireflies in my garden.Ah! what a beauty.I used to sit near my window for hours and used to watch them dance with their glowing tails.They seemed very happy.I didn’t knew what poetry was, but believe me for that 9-year-old kid,the dancing fireflies were poetry in motion,was his essence of life.!

I cannot describe their motion for you,but when ever I feel sad,and close my eyes,I see them glow in front of me,calling me back to those innocent times of my life.I feel them,when I achieve something.When I punch my fist in the air;I stop for a while and see them laugh with me in my happiness,I am also sometimes taken back to the beautiful summer when for no reason I feel on the top of the world.

But right now I am chained,chained by the same night,who once showed me the path of happiness.Tonight I am here in the midst of nowhere,burnt by my own hands.Rusted,by my own deeds.Lying expressionless,because of my own expressions and lifeless because of my own greed.

I was waiting for the morning,and I am hit by the Sun at last.I am alive once again,for now I have given away all my pain to the same old night.

And like those dancing fireflies,I realized.Even I am burning in sorrow.But the beauty of life is to keep dancing,because you never know,somewhere a 9-year-old kid might be gazing at you right now from a window,and that will change his entire definition of life.