Our meeting was a coincidence. I didn't know him, he didn't know me. It all started by chance but soon turned into a habbit. The meeting place remained the same and we used to gaze at each other like insane. We didn't know the reason why but this never made us feel shy. The most amusing thing was that he didn't know I used to see him and I didn't know he used to see me. But pondering this, we both felt glad. Lovely were the days, bright were the rays, Our hearts secretly fixed the time without letting the things cling on our mind. The days passed on, but we remained the same. Suddenly my mind realised this world was completely virtualised. He couldn't be mine and I couldn't be his . I was destined to be leaving the town, My academic career was planned elsewhere. This fact always made me frown. As my heart wanted to stay there. Finally my farewell day arrived To see him,the whole day I strived, I couldn't find him anytime,anywhere. I left for the station thinking I lost him forever. But destiny had planned something ,I couldn't imagine ever.
My parents were waiting for the train but somewhere else was my brain. Suddenly I saw someone talking to my father It was none other than he and his family who had come to leave his brother. It seemed to me that life gave me everything. I was silently sobbing as well as laughing.
He looked at me, I looked at him. Our eyes met secretly,talked silently. The train arrived and I had to leave boldly. Outwardly,we didn't smile and talk as well He carried my luggage and bid me a farewell but the farewell didn't bring an end.
I come home occasionally We still look at each other lovingly. We don't know why,we don't know how but there is something which has tied us by now!!!!!
Last week I picked up some pamphlets that smelled like scrunched promises off the sidewalk and handed them over to the witch on the corner . she said I was really sweet. sweet .me. no I'm an hourglass frozen in lonely dawns. brimming with bitterness. bitterness as in the rain. yes, rain is bitter. afterall rain is but a lover rebuffed by the cursed heavens . this bitterness lingers as petrichor in the mud stuck on my shoes. this petrichor is primordial like your aggrieved heart . mud that smells fresh like memories memories that strew your ambience like shadows of the drops of rain on the pavement. rain whose serenity is symphonic. a symphony that's unheard like the choir of your cries.
Silence is so perfect like daydreams. and this melody of thunder has no malady . rainy wind thrashing the windows is so silent . more silent than silence itself .
Robust rain . rave relations .rainy roads we walk -- lost vales of found hate . we talk -- rain and I we meet where soulful shadows meet the doleful hours . afterall hours are bodies of bitterness . like you. like me . like the rain .