Rain on me

It was still raining...those were the days...
Do you recall?
...splashes and paper boats
...bright umbrellas and raincoats.

Those earnest prayers..
...that school roofs should leak
...for one more chance a lover could seek.

Those sweet nothings...
...of feeling the high tide
...getting drenched with arms opened wide.

Those days of...
...a football and a wet ground
...quenched green fields making that whooshing sound

Do you still...
...catch the raindrops in your palms?
...And feel the steam from a hot cup of tea on your face?

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It’s still raining..I know u can feel...
...raindrops tapping on closed windows and doors
...drops falling from your eyes to be one with the downpour.

But did you listen...?

..when it was still raining..
..rivers were furious
..dams were broken
..some were dislocated
…..some disappeared.

An insane hurricane had swept away every other resonance…
but I have saved many moments….

Do you hear me now?

Thought Process: Two

For one last time, they held each other’s glance a little longer. Then they parted – the best of adversaries. One was a prisoner of war and the other was a victim of peace.

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He fought… may be in the best way he could and with the only attack he knew. Alas! He was unprepared… not for a riposte but for an impenetrable defense.

In the end, it was all there, deep within his mind.

I wished it could have been spilled but it was wasted.

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She dreamed of a perfect world and a perfect hero to emulate. She heard their stories – of those struggling in obscure glories... and whose heroic deeds were never recounted ...but she could find no benchmark.

So she decided to be her own hero. She believed if it could be imagined it could be achieved in spite of the laws of physics and life.

..Of some frailties

Like a warrior on a battlefront
whose body and mind are in a cacophony….
the infinity inside her veins and mind
feel in sync with his every move….

His wounds
…bleeding, black and blue, soiled
…emerging from the skin’s barrier.

Her cuts and gashes
…do not bleed,
… impervious to the weathered will.

Like a lunatic lover’s yearning for the return of her soul-mate,
her dents keep waiting like a fetes crawled in every inside.

Like an inaccessible fence she may seem.
Or may be she is porous, broken, rusted….

But her wounds never bleed.
And so they NEVER heal.

Wish List

The light of fireflies
Vagabonding
Room
Verb
Love
Flowers
Poet
Smiles
Dancing partner
Hours and Minutes
Navy blue canopy of a starlit sky
Moonrise at a horizon
Morning Dew
Blue
Smelling earth after drizzle
Solitude
Open roads
White noise
Chimes
Flying kites

Puma shoes
Hot shower after a tiring game
Dreams
Target boards
Composure
Velocity
Ability to run 100m in 9 seconds
Podium heights

Cliffhanging
Ascending Himalayas
Skiing in Vienna
Snowfall at St. Petersburg
My motorcycle diaries
World trotting
Reading newspaper over Dead Sea
Backpacking through rural India

Attention
Attention span
Liberty from redundant advice and labels

80 GB music
Well cooked food everyday
Freedom from acne
Stronger mint
Steaming hot pasta
Spinach
Mint and lemon tea

Colours and paint brushes
Canvas

1000 rupee notes

Longer nights

Leading a revolution


(More to follow...)

When a dream is fulfilled it withers.
And if a dream is incomplete the spirit splinters.