They said curiosity was the urge of the generation I for myself, can hardly beg to differ It was Friday Austin was moist there were raindrops all over my tyres I drove on in an enchanting madness I was alone there when I got there. There were some of you whom I thought I knew but I actually didn't.
I felt amongst friends Then the familiarity of some emotions struck me those emotions, that once and for all, is beyond race, ethnicity and national origin. You were mesmerized, but people from your country are supposedly known for nonchalance and indifference. He had something for you But niether did you know nor did I what would be true if I were him.
Could we go back to the shades of the past Could we disappear in black and in white so that you would look beautiful and I your gaunt lover.
I came back after pausing a moment to wonder. You and him, tap danced away. It was exhilirating for me to watch all the excitement and yet surprisingly not being a part of it always forgotten always uninvited.
But then I was invited somewhere I became the face of the crowd But then you called.
The rain didn't stop . It poured and poured. We chatted, briefly. You became silent on the other end of the phone. I waited on this end.
The rain kept pouring and pouring. A thunder rolled. I kept waiting for Saturday morning. I watched the rain from pools, streams, rivers of connected waters washing away everything from the window of my room a window that I seldom open.
Saturday came unknowingly. The rain had stopped. It had left its scent. I watched the branches of moss laden trees and wondered. A cold wind blew towards me.