I am so tired
of fearing
potential endings
like 'our resources
will last forever'
can we stop
pretending?

"I will always be
by your side"
What if you wont?

3 new species
in the endangered
list.
The oldest
glacier known,
now turned to mist.

Is it possible
that we come to terms
with our approaching
oblivion
and yet be at peace
with our on going motion?

If this sobriety, plainness and
feeling of contentedness
Isn't enough
for your ever-hungry eyes
for the bottomless greed
of your mind
Go ahead
and split paths
Try to look
for something better
Meanwhile, I will keep insisting
that the grass under me
is greener.

We have the privilege
to romanticise rain.
We talk about the cold breeze,
the soothing sounds
of falling droplets
and the feelings
that are evoked within us.

However, to some others,
rain simply means
a cold sleepless night.
Rain, to them
is like an uninvited guest,
who finds its way through
cracks and holes
and sits uncomfortably close.
A guest who leaves
only when they please.

To some others
rain is like an old friend
who's face they can no longer
remember.
They don't even remember
the last time they met
because it did not seem
like an incident
that was important enough
to commit to memory.
If only they had known
that it was the last time
in a long time...

And the ones who farm
to feed us all
pray for rain
that is just enough.
Not too less or too much.
And when it pours,
the elixir flows
to quench the thirst of doubts
'will there be yield?'
'will my children eat?'
A reassuring yes.

So, the next time
rain runs towards you
and drenches you
with an affectionate hug,
embrace it
and let it be no stranger.

Unlike birds of a feather,
the feathers of a bird are separable.
Sometimes, even replaceable.
However, every shed feather,
wherever it lands,
reminds the beholder
of the same Bird.