Out In the Rain

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 ?










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