that day, I had drenched in rain twice already the damned rain I was sick of it give me desert throw me in the hot sands of Thar I was saying all this to myself rather, I was screaming but the sky doesn't hear the sky is deaf and stupid and it won't stop crying until it's done tired of getting drenched, I stopped at a friend's shop late evening and sat for a while 'Nothing seems to be working out' said my friend to me while we sat and talked 'Seems so' I replied he ordered coffee, a cup, just one the coffee came soon and I drank it it was still raining soon, a car arrived and my friend hopped in and they drove away, all four of them who they were, I had no idea I waited for a couple of minutes outside the shop in total darnkess it was still raining I said screw it and got on my motorcycle I drove to my favorite restaurant in town, a small one where not many came at night I sat, there was no electricity it was still raining 'Eggs?' I asked the owner 'Only chicken and fish tonight' he replied 'Fish' I said I put on my earphones classical piano I needed classical on such nights I closed my eyes for a minute and listened a voice called my name I opened eyes, saw a friend sitting opposite to me 'Tired?' he asked 'Tired of rain, yeah. I want it fucking gone now' I replied 'Yeah it has kind of spoilt the mood' he said we talked a bit fish came soon looked superb as always, roasted 'Fish of smaller waters is tastier' he said 'That's very true' I said I ate slowly took me an hour maybe more it was still raining outside we talked about Indian classical music while I chewed on the soft bones of the delicious fish soon, a bouncer-like figure walked in, sat, waited for his takeaway, took it, paid and left 'He's the bodyguard of a don' said my friend 'Looks like it' I said I finished eating, my friend got up and left where he went, I had no clue I paid the bill it was still raining 'How do I withdraw cash from my account if I do not have a card?' the owner asked as I started leaving 'Why do you think I know the answer. I do not' I said it was still raining I ran outside to my motorcycle, sat and drove back to home.
no evidence of wings no trace of sunlight the sky is crying day and night waiting for a spark of fire eyes closed, knees bent, heart broken I lay concentrated waiting to be diluted this isn't my tune this isn't my day this life isn't my life when will the sky stop crying no amount of consolation works no amount of thinking about it works when the sky weeps, I weep I'm so old and deserted my home weeps no weather can shatter me more the quiet outside doesn't last I comb my hair with the fingers of my right hand and die.
had this moment few hours back
on the rooftop
with the moon hanging up, a clear sky,
coldness
as if I stepped into another world,
only it were here
stood there for a minute with my hands
on the railing
I looked ahead and around
the streetlights were functional again
and they made the roof lit up brightly,
only few squares of sweet spot left
that was completely in dark
I had this thought of lying down
on the floor with my face up
but all that god damned brightness
I waved the thought away
and walked downstairs,
locked myself in my bedroom
for the rest of the night.
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