Shades Of Rain~~~Angst

There is something magnetically attractive between a heavy drizzle and a longing heart...they almost tend to coincide magically...some call it destiny while others call it nature's way of compassion. It will possibly be never ascertained whether the despair inside a throbbing fist sized organ has any remote connection with the encompassing sky giving vent to it's share of load but forever unto eternity the tale of a despairing heart will never be complete without a major mention of the skies tears.



As the rain drops kiss the face and rummage the hair, the self involuntarily goes in a reverie.....while the soothing drops are the harbinger of reliving moments long forgotten, of emotions long buried and of words unspoken.....the ferocity of the same brings back the harshness of life to the fore. A passage of time is relived, a person who was more than self is remembered and a bond which seemed destined is thought of.



The puddles on the road act as a mirror...you can see your whole life in those liquid crystals, they show you those times and the mistakes which you made, but more than anything it shows you that face which was once your mirror and which will always be your life. It reminds you of what could have been, tells you in no uncertain terms what is now and gives you an insight of what it should actually be like. The puddle...it acts as the reflection of your heart, telling you your dreams and your fears.

When the wet hands feel clammy, you start to miss those palms which would once hold your hands, when you fell your wet face you can make out the moist tears which you shed, when the chill sets in you remember the warmth of her embrace and there is not one single thing you can do about it all.



As the water seeps into your very soul the heart weeps out louder than ever, crying out for it's beloved and calling it's soul...the only one who can ever complete him. It sings a song, one of despair and gloom, of angst and remorse, of love and life...and hopes that the wind may carry his voice to her, the rain may carry his tears and time could once again be turned back.

Tera naam maine liya hai yahan
Mujhe yaad tune kiya hai wahan
Bade zor ki aaj barsaat hai
Nahin saamne yeh alag baat hai
Mere paas hai tu, mere paas hai
Mere saath hai, mere saath hai