On Existence... Poem by Vinayak Manikkedath

I liked to
have a life
in the midst of
greenery,
wet leaves drooping
the air pungent
the nostalgia of good times...
I do not know why
I liked the rain
The wind blowing with the smell of
What not I cannot say
The cold wind filling my nostrils
Pricking the skin like needles
But caressing my insides
I felt soulless
I felt nothingness
The ultimate happiness...
To feel nothing inside
But only feel what there is
Outside on the skin...
It's pure bliss
To be born into
This part of earth's life
I believe
The beginning of
The ending
Of all that we see around us
All of which gave us happiness....
It is the beginning of the end I fear since,
Rainwater remains no longer
The purest form of water.....