It's Raining! Poem by Namratha Swamy

It has been raining incessantly!

As it drip drops against
my now freckled and wrinkled face,
I silently wish you would hold my hand
and trust your sweet love again!


Thinking about you at this hour
feels like a toothache on a midnight slumber.
No, I will never tell you
about the flowers I drop at your closed doors
each night!

My heart is full of memories of old days
we spent on the shores of hope together
though what is visible noware
the scary stitches of time on my not-so-soft skin!


Though i wish the rain does stop,
I'm scared it shall leave behind an
unfathomable silence in this helpless times!

If there is a place where our egos won't clash
and the whirlpools of our being could merge,
I who has sought you in my dreams shall meet you there! ! !