Far beyond the glass window,
there is a life under a beautiful sky,
A life beyond work and a payslip,
a life beyond our respective glowing computer screens,
a life beyond the neatly arranged shelves of a supermarket,
a life beyond an ironed white shirt and a sari pinned to perfection.
Why must you and I be so far away from each other,
when we know that it will rain,
Why must I ignore the sound of the rain,
by increasing the volume of the TV in the living room,
Why must I kill the hunger of passion,
By biting slices of yesterdays.
Why must you go away,
leaving me all alone under a cloud,
Why must I turn and twist on a rainy night
that smells of wet earth and intimacy.
Why must you go away,
Leaving me to soak in falling raindrops
All alone.
(I wrote this while I was listening to Bruno Mars’ heart-warming song ‘It will rain’)
Ruminator on a qwerty keyboard 