one never feels lonely on a rainy day
the pitter- patter on your window
pane ,
is welcome conversation.
wind up at home , watch television
go online , bitch to a pal on the phone .
laziness perfected .
in the evening,
sneak up to the terrace .
get deliciously drenched
like a movie star .
like
a lush flower.
soaked to your soul,
wait for the crowning touch,
of
the slow breeze, which
makes you think
of
wine and candle light
I smile ,
amidst, scented candles
in the bathtub,
i repeat to myself ,
he loves me , he loves me not.
no
I love him , I love him not .
Another drizzle ,
on the farthest corner .
of the verandah
the red couch, his favourite one
I whisper, keeping up with the
raindrops.
saying often repeated nothings
I really didnt mean that at all
you should have called me..
so on and so on .
crystal drops , diamond drops
drop by drop…….
are hush now
they are listening .
I break away, from demanding arms
to
smile up at the pitch black heavens
and
beam a thank you
say what, you have done it again .
I am where I want to be .
go on
start your chatter ,
Lest you hear all what i have to say.
lest you catch every word i say …….
