It's raining here tonight. The harsh rain that splashes against my window pane right now conjures up brief images of the moments we shared..huddled and cuddled.
Oh, how i wish i could go back to that moment, that particular moment and gently whisper in your ears..' I love you '. But, like all good things in lives, that too is in the past now. As i sit near the rain tonight, all i can think of is YOU. I know you are happy there with your responsibilities in your very own world, and i would be lying if i say that the knowledge of it makes me feel happy. No, tonight i am not happy. I am not even sad. I am in a trans like situation where the slightest jerk would wake me up to reality.
There is a dog barking in the rain outside. I don't know from where it came. May be he is also missing someone. Or perhaps he is just angry. I though for a while that i should be angry on someone or at something. But then, what would be the use? You are so far away now that my voice will have lost all it's meaning until it reaches you. I wonder, do you even remember my voice?
The torrent of the rain now has diminished it's effectiveness even more. All i can hear are the drops of water, some on the window pane and some on my face, silent but cold.
Is it raining where you live? Is it even night there? Does the rain evoke memories of me? I am afraid even to know what you might answer. You might be surprised to know why even after all this time, i still think about you, i still want to hear your voice, i still...i still long for your touch. I know the answer! I wish i could have expressed many things i wanted to when we were together alone in time, in love and happy.
Are you mine? Is that even the right question to ask? I think i know the right one - Were you ever mine? Even for a second, or for a fleeting glimpse, or even for the beat of your heart? I dare not to think of the answer...
What an irony! It rains, it pains. It can cure, it can burn and be born. It just doesn't !!
Oh, how i wish i could go back to that moment, that particular moment and gently whisper in your ears..' I love you '. But, like all good things in lives, that too is in the past now. As i sit near the rain tonight, all i can think of is YOU. I know you are happy there with your responsibilities in your very own world, and i would be lying if i say that the knowledge of it makes me feel happy. No, tonight i am not happy. I am not even sad. I am in a trans like situation where the slightest jerk would wake me up to reality.
There is a dog barking in the rain outside. I don't know from where it came. May be he is also missing someone. Or perhaps he is just angry. I though for a while that i should be angry on someone or at something. But then, what would be the use? You are so far away now that my voice will have lost all it's meaning until it reaches you. I wonder, do you even remember my voice?
The torrent of the rain now has diminished it's effectiveness even more. All i can hear are the drops of water, some on the window pane and some on my face, silent but cold.
Is it raining where you live? Is it even night there? Does the rain evoke memories of me? I am afraid even to know what you might answer. You might be surprised to know why even after all this time, i still think about you, i still want to hear your voice, i still...i still long for your touch. I know the answer! I wish i could have expressed many things i wanted to when we were together alone in time, in love and happy.
Are you mine? Is that even the right question to ask? I think i know the right one - Were you ever mine? Even for a second, or for a fleeting glimpse, or even for the beat of your heart? I dare not to think of the answer...
What an irony! It rains, it pains. It can cure, it can burn and be born. It just doesn't !!
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