The Strange Rainy Season Poem by Saurabh Saxena

There is something strange, very strange about the rainy season
Dark clouds, n the cool breeze put an end to all reason!
Emotions go berserk, n desires are reborn
Old flames ignite, in a corner of ur heart so forlorn!

How helpless I feel, so caught by desire
I shud probably walk in the rain to suppress that raging fire!
I always like walking in the rain, so no one can see me crying
It also helps to wash away repressed conflicts so underlying!

Ohh! That subdued drizzle after the downpour so heavy
Reminds me of the day we first met in a situation similarly crazy!
Ohh! That gust of damp wind coming down the street
Feels like a kiss from you, so moist n sweet!
Ohh! That familiar scent of yours permeating so fully the ambience n the air
Will drive me insane, lest I leave the rain n head back to my solitudes of despair!

Pain is here and the same pain is up there
But apart from me and Him, there is no one else to care!
For no-one else on the road noticed one striking similarity
Between my teardrops and His raindrops from eternity
Both of them reflect your face with so much clarity
That in times like these, my heart refuses to accept that faint line of disparity
The line between the surreal and the unbearable harsh reality!