My confidante - rain

Dark clouds, with the rain, bring nostalgia.

Memories buried deep, in a corner of the heart,

Hidden from everyone, concealed from ourselves too.

Somethings you have forgotten ever existed,

The rains germinate them.

With the first drops comes petrichor,

The smell, it makes you a kid.

Deep inside, you wish schools get cancelled,

Only to realize that you now attend a school called life that takes no days off.

A hot 'cutting' is the craving now.

Rain gets heavier and thoughts get denser,

Staring out of the window, you think of her.

Nothing specific, just her, and the memoirs.

Rain aggravates the thirst to find the meaning; of that something unknown.

Tea gives way to a glass of neat scotch.

There is a rain within you, something you have saved for the dry summer days.

The rain within you, and the rain outside,

When both worlds collide,

Sparks fly out of the water,

Sparks never meant to be ignited!

Rain brings the desire for solitude.

For really you want no thought,

Just you, and the solitude,

And the blank gaze at the drops falling on your palm,

Then slipping out of your hand.

Rain is a person, unlike any other weather.

He comes, he destroys, he gives life…

Your wish for solitude is in fact a wish to be alone,

With rain, who knows all your deep secrets,

Because you have confided in him!

She's all that!

She is a cat! She hasn’t lost her wild instincts. She defies rules because rules are made for dogs. Ask her to sit, stay, run; she will ask you back, “Why?” And if you persist, she will still do what her will says. She lives in the society, but is wary of any new member. She is a social animal, but she likes to be by herself. She is independent, you forgot to feed her? Never mind, she’s caught herself a meal anyway. She has claws, she hides them well. If you pet her nice, she will purr, but only for so long as she wishes. If she doubts you, or if you are not doing it right, you remember the claws? She is free, she is the queen of her world!

She is a rock, a mountain. A big one. Immovable, small things don’t matter much to her.

She has jewels and precious minerals inside her, but she hates it when people want to come in with the intent to take it all away. People who come near her, try to dig caves and tunnels, but she won’t let them, like insides are just for her. She’d throw rocks at them if they try to.

Those closest to her are rivers. They are around her, they may shape a few of her curves, but they don’t get to seep deep into her. At times, she may feed them with some water, but not always.

She is a volcanic mountain, insides are boiling with so many things and ideas that keep her unstable. But from outside, she is snow-capped. She looks so cool. And her majestic nature makes her beautiful and at the same time intimidating.

And when there is a drizzle on that mountain, and the sun shines, there is a sweet smile in the form of a rainbow.

She is a free thinker. She has a crazy imagination. If she wished, she’d make her own world of fantasy! Where you could play drums in a library, where cars would run on water, where zebras would be spotted, where rainbows would have a million shades, where she could be a magician, where the moon would be triangular, where grown-ups would be kids, where children would never cry…

She is real, and her fantasies are real. She needs to know this, and she will… One day...