When November Rains …

Guess What?

Incessant in my mind were you — almost for all the time as it rained and is raining so often this November. I know we both would have waited for the rain– desperately to unfold the memories yet again–but it rained a lot ~ it pained a lot. I feel same as you do ~ We both enjoyed the rain– memorizing each other yet again. The days are getting cold and nights chilly but the warmth of the ecstatic days remains the same. It comes back ~ time and again~ memories always remain.

How I would always be jealous of your snowing town? How would I be jealous of your feeling of cold? I always waited for your coming to my city ~ for the cups and cups of warm black coffee. Do you remember~ how would we scare the waiter after having ten straight cups of black coffee? Our favorite place stands still~ but will never see us together there.

The wait remains same with the confirm notion that you will never come again. Things change~ I know ~ I know, circumstances changes~ I know this as well. But the season see ~ it is back again. With it’s return ~ it brings you back again. But, at the same time for years you kept your promise not to come back again~ I had accepted it ~ I have supported it.

With rain~you come again~memories of being together~ and painful awareness of losing you forever ~everything comes at once. I know you will dislike it but I soaked myself in rain~I feel you in rain–I know you will never forget this. The rain generates cool sensation in me ~ but you know inside — I am heated up by passion~ feeling so warm inside. Don’t get worried I will not catch cold till your love keeps me warm.

My heart’s dusty-ness is calmed by the rain of your love~November. It calms the thirst that I am feeling throughout the year. I feel like cactus in the desert ~saving each drop of your love like it saves water~and when it rains in November~its like a blessing~I preserve you more~as I absorb you more. I want you more~knowing that I shall get you no more.

How painful was your November rain? I know it was as painful as much as it was mine. It rained so many days, so many times, so many hours, I wonder how did you handle yourself? It was so hard for me to stand up in trembling feet ~ you supported it silently, didn’t you? You did, obviously! And I did it too~silently and obviously..

Sometimes you are December ~ you are so cold, sometimes you are April ~ so live…and sometimes you are June-July ~ so wet and sometimes you are November ~ so mine

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