It Rained Last Night Poem by Amar Agarwala

Rainy nights ushers thoughts of Amaya
And stir-up forgotten longings of past,
Which remain entombed somewhere deep at heart,
Surfacing only to taunt my senses -
With its touch of haunting melancholy,
Imbued with the passions of a lover.

I often succumb to their keen urgings
And lose myself in dreams of what was not,
What could have been in the days long gone by;
Such futile craving engulfs my being,
Its tempting mirage numbing my senses.

I find myself grovelling in its bye-lanes
Drunken with the fallacies of my past,
Looking for respite from an old doorway
That guards an abandoned house of phantoms,
Lying bereft save empty promises.

Lost dreams, and the longings remain alive
So long as the raindrops keep pattering,
Against my roof-top and the window panes,
Till I can hark its waters gurgling down.
Until, silence of night returns again,
With insects singing a dirge for my past,
Which vanishes when the murmur outside
Subsides and the rains bid me a teary adieu.

I stare pensive into the soaked darkness
Knowing that it will return once again
Some rainy night... lugging my wasted dreams
And like a seasoned addict I await
That gnawing wistfulness the rains would bring,
Laced with the sounds of fury and lightening,
Illuminating my heart for brief spells,
To bestow upon it futile blessings
Born from the smoking embers of my past
Which my heart's adept at keeping aglow.
I know not why I let it blow on it;
Perhaps, my heart enjoys the chronic pain -
Some mystic art, that helps me pass my days.
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