The rain-drenched evening tormented me
With remembrances of rains past
Hand in hand, not a care in mind, strolling the puddled alleys
A yellowing leaf in an old dairy
Our only concrete memory
And the lights turned yellow ...
The trickling droplets on the bus window
Like my dew-kissed eyelids and an empty soul, a heavy heart
Pumping into veins red blood that once worked on your name alone
Red like a raw bleeding wound
Red like a blooming rose, that doesn't know it's fate
And the lights turned red ...
The sodden grass and it's fresh-wet smell
And your scent mingling in my mind
Constricting my breath, choking me
Till I let go, and breathe again
And the fresh green leaves raise up a breeze again,
enticing me once more
To fall in love, with life this time
And the lights turned green
Life flashes past at moments, wise men concur
And life is nothing but cross-roads with difficult choices to make
But as I stood waiting at the traffic lights,
The yellow, red, and green evoked hidden memories, raked up forgotten pains, and revived life
And I knew that making a choice may be difficult
But I would live only once,
Wouldn't it be best I lived like I meant it?
© Rohini Chandrasekhar
14-06-2014
With remembrances of rains past
Hand in hand, not a care in mind, strolling the puddled alleys
A yellowing leaf in an old dairy
Our only concrete memory
And the lights turned yellow ...
The trickling droplets on the bus window
Like my dew-kissed eyelids and an empty soul, a heavy heart
Pumping into veins red blood that once worked on your name alone
Red like a raw bleeding wound
Red like a blooming rose, that doesn't know it's fate
And the lights turned red ...
The sodden grass and it's fresh-wet smell
And your scent mingling in my mind
Constricting my breath, choking me
Till I let go, and breathe again
And the fresh green leaves raise up a breeze again,
enticing me once more
To fall in love, with life this time
And the lights turned green
Life flashes past at moments, wise men concur
And life is nothing but cross-roads with difficult choices to make
But as I stood waiting at the traffic lights,
The yellow, red, and green evoked hidden memories, raked up forgotten pains, and revived life
And I knew that making a choice may be difficult
But I would live only once,
Wouldn't it be best I lived like I meant it?
© Rohini Chandrasekhar
14-06-2014
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