Rain

By Sairam K.S.

(1)

It rained through the night and it rained through the day

As the streets became rivers and drivers became paddlers,

I, in the blue room, remained motionless

My heart kept leaking yellow blood.

You left with a happy and evil face

Like a child I once knew, your green figure wobbled away into the sky

And then, you became a cloud and rained over the garden

The smell of flowers is smothering me.

(2)

It keeps on raining

I wish to melt into this colorless water

I will bleed colors on the blades of grass

I will mirror the colors of fallen petals

I will soak up the colors of the piled-up dirt

And I will vanish into a puddle of dead water.

A state of inexistence is awaiting me.

By Sairam K.S.