LET IT RAIN

It is 4:50 in the morning; I couldn't sleep.

An insomniac night flows on,

With me sitting up in front of the laptop,

And hearing the tireless drops of rain

I wonder if you got my sms;

I wonder what you are up to.

I wonder what life has in store

For the countless people who are up tonight,

Sitting in front of their laptops,

Not knowing for sure

Why they cannot sleep

Tomorrow shall be another dawn, another day.

Tomorrow shall see another night.

But it is never the same...

The waters of the river flow by.

This I of tonight will never again miss

The you of tonight

The way I do now.

A night car grumbles,

Halts,

And leaves a vanishing trail,

As it heads off to I-know-not-where.

People are travelling tonight.

People are laughing,

Drinking,

Studying,

Crying,

Making love and dying

Tonight

My longing is just one of the things

Just one person, on this whole wide world, is feeling.

Insignificance

And the insignificant longing curls up my fingers,

And tries to traverse the significant distance between us,

In an attempt to touch your dreams

And your lashes harbouring those dreams,

And surreptitiously return to this wet wet world

Of late night rain and shivering black leaves

That can be heard, but not seen, and

Insomniac solitude

It shall have to return

Before the new dawn of tomorrow,

The new day of tomorrow.

May be it shall wake up again

On another night tomorrow,

But it is never the same.

I grieve the loss of these moments,

That shall never return –

The loss of the longings,

That shall die with dawn,

Never to be fulfilled.

Allow me to grieve them before I raise a toast

To new longings of newer nights

Let it rain.