Lost

When today, the rain wetted the window panes,

It had blurred the image of life,

There sat at one dark corner, someone.

Someone, who meant a lot to himself;

Someone, the victim of time.

Tears were trickling down his cheeks;

Some wetted the leaves of his life,

While some were absorbed into wilderness.

His agony crept every hour and every minute;

But the rain had turned into a shower by then,

Wetting everything around;

With his life.

When the images of loss called him now,

His heart had said, “Not now….”

When the images of separation called him,

His mind had said, “O Heart! Please forgive me….”

To him today,

The flooded streets and the blurred panes

Stood for a different meaning;

He had begun to experience

The cruelty of time,

The cruelty of life.

The haze of near Future called him then

As he had answered His call.

A helpless soul, he knows not

When the rain shall end.

He knows not

When his cheeks would dry.

Now he has to thrust

His way into somewhere,

Somewhere, away from life,

Away from paradise.

Somewhere, where there’s everything,

Except you all,

Except my heart.