rain is not my enemy

Rain is not my enemy,

it is not my friend either.

Rain is like that long forgotten memory,

which scathe my wounds even deep.

Its like that old friend that tells you,

what happened to your girl back home,

and you sink in deep trenches of dolor.

No, rain is not my friend or foe,

Its just that the sound of each falling 

perfectly round shaped water droplets,

reminds of a piece of me which, 

I left at home.

 

So, I pray it to rain,

Not because I have disdain for the sun

But I like to scratch my wounds more

So that I keep myself mindful

Of what I once had and now I have not.

But still rain is not my friend 

But I don't hate it either.

in the night

Days are tough but I pass them anyhow

But nights are unbearable,

'cause nights comes with the agony

Of your parting.

And the images of you with me

Ran in my mind and deepen the wound

Of separated love.

Though I sleep after so many tries

Then comes the nightmare which

Hounds me till I woke, soaked

In sweat and scream like

Someone has speared my sore heart.

All the night I stay awake and

I ask questions to the walls of the room

And to me 

Why did you left?

No one answers neither the walls nor me 

Maybe we both don't know,

Or you forbid us to know.

One day

You vanished like you never existed

like you never lied beside me in this bed

And I stood their

Waiting and waiting and waiting

But you never came

But these sleepless night did

And now here I am,

Weeping and depluming my hair

At the mid night.

Hoping your stone heart will melt

And someday you'll come back.