The Soulful Atom

Reflecting over life through weird, crazy, ever changing, euphoric, absurd, confused and at times impartial lenses -a journey of curiosity and questions with my two alter egos.. as I try to fall out of the stagnation of instability.. or the desperate attempt to remain..

Rain.. Again

The drops drip on the window sill now..
Gently, just as viscously as the rain lashed the sound proof glass..
Breaking the morose silence..
Bringing something back from the dead..
The drops sit idly now, on the sheer window sill and in my eyes..
A few roll down here and some struggle down there..
The glass stands tall, unhurt, glorious..
The rain sobs.. for me..
as i ache for him..
he comes, whenever he wishes now..
Takes the world by a storm and bears all the rage..
but he charges down and engulfs me in his arms..
to be one.. one with my rain..
He showers.. and he doesn't cease with all his love and show of affection..
louder than the birds covering on trees,
more cruel the human wastage,
more harsh than the sun in the heart of a desert,
and yet.. so quiet.. so strong.. so mine.. all mine..
my rain.. again.. and again.. :)

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