Tearing Up Poem by SHALINI CHAUDHURI

Standing for the train to reach the station;
We both waited.
The train came, and he departed.
The evening lights started glowing;
I sat on a couch, revisiting the camera-clicked memories.

It's gradually started getting darker,
the nearby shopkeepers running back towards home.
I wondered!
Then, the droplets of water gradually started filling up my bucket.
The awaited rain came.

Broken pieces of thunder clouds;
the flush, the lighting created an unforeseen atmosphere.
I finished up with my drawings, sat near the inky sky.
Lime is one color that has taken over the high street.
And I wondered about the life!

Waking up from a mild sleep.
I discovered the rain has stopped.
Nine calls came.
And the television showing up the news.
The very, news.

Suddenly, my created wondering about life paused.
The mate was dead in the thundering lighting flush.

The heart cried.And I cried.
Cried in vain.Eyes teared.
The last belonging have lost.

The rain again started, but now the color of the sky is black.
Dark red eyes stared up at the unsaid feeling sky.