RainDrop

When a person breaks away from the society, from the consistent and mundane existence he lives in, I think he becomes the lost raindrop that falls during the scorching heat before the thundering monsoons. He falls first crashing into the blowing heat, maybe vaporised on its way, but lost to all, alone.


The Raindrop.

No heaven knows,

of a raindrop lost,

through the silence,

into the solitude.

Birthed itself betimes,

from a burning charring cloud,

of desiccated dreams and stagnant thoughts,

Diving into a rushing future ,through qualm mists.

Emotions not colored by rainbows,

No ears to hear it spatter,

reminding the grey aging land,

of a approaching fragrance, intoxicating .

Yet lost to light, lost to faith,

Lost to affection, lost to love,

For we can't see,

A Raindrop cry.

Who am I?

Something I wrote long back..
Pasting it here, sticking to my existential agenda

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Who am I?

Trepidation saturates, no rationale why,

On qualm grounds, never found a purpose for I,

Restless echoes, desperate in an unforeseen plea,

Untaught among mystics, slaved to imagination,

Diffident to warm affection, embracing the hushed frost,

Refrained I ask this fanatic lie,

Who am I?

All my senses high,

Fresh Desires, yearning to fly,

In creation's obscurity I cry,

Who am I?

Comfort withers, soaked in malicious sacrilege,

In living epics, my conviction in no golden page,

Haunting tunes, astray in a nonchalant rage,

Undead among hopes, living in this concluding cage.

Starved, echoing the query of mine,

Who am I?

My entire wisdom try,

Pledged wished, crisis stanch to untie,

In faith's anarchy I stray,

Who am I?

Since spawn desires ablaze,

Belief's Outlandish, life perplex,

Who am I?

Too tired to lie,

Too tired to die,

Too tired to try,

Who am I?

To you I pray,

Tell me where I Stray,

Tell me where I lay,

Tell me why?

Who am I?