By: Purvi Asthana (as shared with Ayush Jain (LT MHPS) )
Sitting inside the car,
I watched the raindrops collect on the wind-shield
Like tiny twinkling stars
On my very own personal sky.
Till they began sliding over one another
Till I could differentiate no more
One drop from the other.
The illusion soon cleared as the rain came down harder
And the world outside was once again revealed
And I was brought back from my reverie.
The rain comes down heavily,
I move into the balcony
I can see it all
The yellow sky beyond
The silhouettes of the trees
The rain patters on incessantly,
Singing it’s own sweet melodies.
Is there a lesson here to be learnt?
Have I thus, staring at the rain,
Spent my time wisely?
Yes, no, maybe,
I’ll never know.
For the only thing important right now seems,
This feeling of oneness, this calm, this peace, this eternity.