rainy times

the sound of the rain crashing down
mowing this polluted town
rainwater is all around
it moves rhythmically on the ground
rain-drops producing sounds lovable to mind
rain engulfed horizon
he watches it with coffee in his hand
on incomputable rainy days
on incomputable rainy nights
ah.. these rainy times

in rains he dreams
of the love streams
bathing in thoughts
acting like a mime
feeling low and high
both at the same time
ah..these rainy times

beneath a thousand drops he stands
to absorb???to release???
how can i know what he thinks
he's not the him i knew
Mr.wild and free,Mr.heart of gold
locked like a cage,sold for a dime
breathless i rhyme
ah..these rainy times

he patiently punishes himself
thinking of those times
trying to finish the puzzle
with all the pieces he can find
living those tragic moments,the tragic loss
that stuck dagger tore more through his heart
can rain dilute this?
..this what he feels.
ah..these rainy times

wave after wave of rains
washes away the pains
he needs to get out of these trains
still he refrains
pain drains thorough the cracks in his heart
eyes weep tears seep
ah..these rainy times


P.s. Here's a quote from the movie "Amazing grace"

"why is it that you only feel the thorns in your feet,,when you stop running."
y that is ..I'll never fully understand.