We took quiet steps down a lonely street
I had never stepped foot in before.
The air felt tense since it was
more than clear that you didn't feel
like talking, not anymore.
You stopped suddenly and backed me
against a wall.
We made out slowly whilst I felt
an old lady watching us from her
front steps, maybe I was just imagining her
since it was time for me to go,
I had to meet up with my friends.
Two steps forward and you stopped again
looking at me with a shy smile and
intertwined our hands.
My palms were sweaty and my rings
poked at your skin but you insisted that
you didn't care.
It was also the last time
we held hands.
- hand holding.

Is this the end or is this where it begins,
a mirage of happiness and dream.
Who to ask? , whom to believe,
cause a mirage is always a tease.  
Like the treacherously empty sand,
always slipping away from the hand.
We all are trying to give our best, trying to seize,
but the monster within us is a freak,
he always brings us on our knees.
Negative thoughts surround us like diseases,  
rules of this world seem never to please,
we could never be at ease.
our soul from this world could never be released,
still, our existence will cease,
but all around the world will never be in peace.

I reach for your hand
in the dark
like I've done
a hundred times before.
you were always there
for as long as I could remember

It was cold out yesterday
so, so cold
and I reached for your hand in the dark
but it was no longer there
for the taking

Ever I have longed to take
your hand upon my palm
for all the nights I've lied awake
regretting what I had not done

in morning's rise I had believed
in cleansing of my thoughts
but removal I had not achieved
and was left with not a loss

now as ever, I long to take
under moments rash or calm
in days asleep or days awake
your hand upon my palm

Glowing buttons and lights above
as we sat there in the dark
Her hand in mine, I came undone
I bear her watermark

It was the around the month of August, 8 years ago.
We had just finished class and were about to go home , we had to walk a little distance to catch the bus.
To reach there we had to cross a huge junction , as we we walked out without any warning the sky went dark instantly ,
puzzled by the happenings we rushed to get to shelter before it would start to pour down ! (Wellthere was nothing special in what was happening , but it was because of her .
Yes she's my first rain , the one that could spur a smile from oneself with just a grin eagerly splashed from her face,
her presence could cast silhouettes in the air drawing me to her closer than ever,
such was her pristine yet delicate voice ,
I can never describe words of her unending charisma which knew no bounds such was the power of her presence)
we managed to get to that busy junction ! All we would think was to get that shelter ,
as we were waiting for the signal to turn green, it had already started to drizzle,
she turned her face towards mine and her crystal voice said
"when the lights turn green we will Sprint across the road!"

With my trembling tone I whispered
"I'm scared to cross the road". This time with her Stark grey eyes staring into mine,
she held my hand , my senses shook not to be rattled by the Strom but by her warmth ,
with all this going I felt a drop of rain touch my hand , yes the one she was holding,
so rejuvenating I never thought I could've appreciated the rain as much as I do now,
the magic of her touch had awakened my senses!
As we crossed the road all I could do was Wonder what was happening ,
Was it the rain? Was it her? Was any of this real?

We finally reached the shelter, she was no longer holding my hand ,
Yet I still had the same feeling wiring me into flashes!
Since that day rain has never been the same ,
Every time a drop touches my skin I can still feel the flashes thatI first felt the rain!