Sat I next to the window of the car

Peering out of it into the clouds,

As my mind went a bit too far

Heard I him in the rain sounds.


The engine roared and the road started

With me in the back seat;

Tip- tap, peter-pat the drops imparted

The knowledge of his lost heat.


The music played in my periphery

Reminding of a time when,

‘Him’ and ‘me’ were a perfect ‘we’

-a love that was truly forsaken.


Every lyric that poured in

Synced with the sky’s song,

The nature was witnessing

How he left me alone in this throng.


From the first time we met to the last time he held my hand,

Our first kiss to the last time we slept,

All those moments from our dreamland

Came back to me as the heaven wept.


The drops on the window drew lines of lament

And my vision turned blurry,

Because our story was in fragments;

-the one that ended up in a hurry.


He threw himself down the cleft

Giving birth to a tragedy,

And now, all I have are words left

Of us, the rain and our past poetry.