I had looked forward to a dream. Something I was so in love with. I yearned, I waited everyday. Yet when I had it, it was all in pieces, broken apart.
And then, when I least expected, I had hope. Smiling at me and saying, “here here, I am with you.”
Even when nothing made sense, I know soon it all will.
Have you ever felt like the skies came crashing onto you? Like everything just went haywire? Like everything that one had planned was splashed with water and now all the color, the ink, the plans are washed out? Like everything that ever mattered no more exists?
What does one do? How does one fix the skies? How to put the broken pieces up there again? What glue to use? Would the pieces stick to each other like before? Would the glue be strong enough to prevent it from falling again? Would this pain be just once in a lifetime experience? Could it be?
And on top of everything, there are these people called writers. Overtly emotional. Always on the verge of tears. Broken with the slightest touch and hurt by a pinprick. What do such people do? Where do they find their solace, their peace? Is there anything like peace for them?
Is there solace?
Have you ever yearned for rain!
Oh this draught, this dry weather is killing.
Some relief is overdue.
And when it rains, incessantly
Like someone mourning a loss
We wonder, when would it stop.
Oh! Why wouldn’t it?
The flash floods it caused!
I sit on a glass table
some coffee, music
Plethora of thoughts,
I sit, with a pen, open
ready to pen down
a story, a poem, or…
some kind of solace
All I could see, in front –
a blank sheet stained with tears!