Out in the rain……standing on the edge of life ,
He sees the lightening.. as a whip lashing at him,
Every drop of rain , piercing through him like a poisoned thorn ,
And the occasional gust of wind ...isn’t it the laughter,
A sarcastic laughter reminding him of that very wind …the aimless life of his ,
He was pondering ..a decisive moment , a choice to take ,
And the choice ……………..
“ When was the last time they met ?
That second still lingers…fresh in his mind ,
But isn’t it that second..which haunts him ?
Which leaves him sleepless?
Where was the past ?
Was it banished in time…lost for eternity?
He knew not the answer ,
Nor the reason.
The only thing he asked for …was’nt it false hope
That there is someone who cares for him ,
He would have made a life …a life worth living,
Out of that small lie ….still knowing that there was no such hope,
Why should he wait ?
Whom or what should he wait for ?
A never ending wait with a fruitless end ?
Is it worth the wait ?
Was he to be blamed ?
He did push the limits …but for how long ?
When he put all his trust and faith ,
And when they were shattered and thrown apart,
Into a thousand pieces ……..
And what if with each broken piece …it hurts him
Every single time .
Pain beyond tolerance ….beyond understanding .
What option is he left with ?
What would be his choice ………
Out in the rain ..standing on the edge of life ,
He has got a choice to take
Its getting dark and cold out there,
He is shivering ….he needs to get back .
Though no one would be awaiting his return .
Don’t you think he needs to sleep ?