The huzzling sound of rain,
reminded me of your promises.
The roaring of the clouds,
echoed your passionate love.
The splash of water at my feet,
carried the memory of your presence.


But then the rain stopped!!

Hello poetry says,
"To support this poem buy suns".
Dear hello poetry,
I don't even have money, to buy buns.

I'm not her...

My hands are not shiny like her.
Instead painted with ink scratches,

My eyes are not wide and shiny like her,
Instead teary and hidden under specs.

My face is not full of makeup like her,
Instead covered with stress of my career.

My hair is not smooth like her,
Instead harsh just like my financial status.

"Even though I loved you more",
You choosed her...
And told me,"I'm not her."
(I know)....