We used to talk
He & I,
For hours,
When it rained in winters,
When the nights were dressed
With fogs and mists
When Darkness prevailed
everywhere in corridors..
When clouds used to
walk & gossip slowly over our houses,
We lit up our souls with
The sacred lights of love
We used to talk
He & I, for whole nights
& days..
And NOW
Winters are here,
My corridor is done with droplets,
mist and fog,
My nights are ornamented
with bitter cold, nightmares &
Lonliness..
And the presence of clouds over my head moists my heart
& the dialer,
Then, it finally starts raining
Inside my soul...
-