Flawless As Usual

I wonder why rain you abandoned me
The time I needed you most when there wasn't anyone to hold
I grieved for you only to hear my echo hollow 
You left my vocals when I was thirsty
Kissed my eyelids only when I was happy
Why Dear Rain you abandoned me
I enjoyed the tiny drops, cherished your showers 
Even when you were gone petrichor used to came looking for me

The dance of pain and the lament choir of life
I always enjoyed you're company
And it hurts to see you passing by
I died a little that moment and I died a lot beloved
Ever since then I'm slowly trying coming back to life
Yet a string is attached, I get dragged by wind and time
I waited for you in humid morning, missed your company in cold silhouette nights

Wonder why in the box of light you gifted me darkness
I searched for possible and you made things impossible again
I longed for you wounded from my independent flight
Heavy is my wings and burden is rhyme
I needed you to wash my sins, sins of crime I never committed
I bribed thunder, grabbing you're hands when scared
Waited for your hug, one you never rejected

You think I'm weak, I prayed to be diagnosed ill
Only to realize friend, unlike you I'm aging
No more flawless as usual

Young and beautiful as I was, cheerful as you liked
Dear Rain you're immortal, but not am'I
Can't dance the same, can't smile the same
Yet I'll long for your moisture, even in my grave

It takes a lifetime to understand a person
Yet you rained for me in fragments 
Fragments of happiness, joy and vigour just I grinned and you grinned back
I touched and we shivered in playful ways
Our castle broke into pieces still being glorious
Hush.. Dear because it's a secret

"I'm alone and lonely, loved you earth and I loved you a lot "- said my darling Rain, crying from Eden 

By- Kshitij Sinha
11/3/2017


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