Only until.


Are we walking back the same path,
With our eyes closed,
And fooling our hearts?

Are we trotting back the same road,
Hoping for a better ending,
Even though with the same start?

Are we skipping back to the same space,
Happy with the present,
Ignoring the future, and the past?

So we took our time to make it right,
And we fought our choice to end another fight.
But here we are, back in the sun again,
We’re loving the sunshine now, but only until there’s NO RAIN!

– Stuti

The pink umbrella.


And as the rain peter panned on her window,
She picked up her pink umbrella and went for a stroll.
The rain slashing on her umbrella,
She felt uneasy.

Her choice of clothes, black that day,
Her choice of words, none that day.
The brown puddle of mud, gave her peace,
The wet roadside, as if made her tension release.

And then after she had walked down more miles than she realised,
Her yellow boots made some noise.
She paused, looked around,
And threw away her lovely umbrella in the air.

As the wind carried it away to she didn’t know where,
She said a silent prayer,
Not caring that her black mascara streamed down her face,
Making her black tee blacker.

It struck her why she must have chosen to wear this-
For neither tears, nor rain, nor the streaming mascara,
Could leave a mark on this colour,
And given her messy life now, she couldn’t ask for MORE.

-Stuti

the black rain!


She wore a black dress and a black mascara that day,

And applied a heavy layer of jet black kohl.

She wanted to hide her pain behind a colour that day,

and give some relief to her soul.

She happily stepped out then in her high black heels,

She looked nice and pretty today, her smile better than she herself and whole.

She wished everybody on the way that day,

and felt happy when she heard a little girl on the road squeal.

And then as if to give her company, the sky suddenly turned dark and black,

It very suddenly started thundering and raining, it suddenly became sad.

She had nowhere to run to and protect her from this downpour,

So she looked up and closed her eyes, and let her soul drown,

So in the heavy rain, the merciless pain just started showing itself,

For her pain the black could hide, but the rain chose to wash and be shown.

With the water, the black trickled down,

And in the end there was left behind, only a pain and a rather merciless FROWN.

-Stuti

Rain water


Rain

There far away but in the middle of the city

She was drenched in the rain water

There was rain and it was raining hard

She wondered what really went wrong

And as she stood in the rain and opened her palm

She caught hold of a few rain drops not wanting to let them go

Was proud that she held them tight and very right

Cupped her other hand to protect the water from falling

Splish splash it rained still,

Until a few mins later when she realized, that those drops had already left her

Now there were only some other drops she was holding on to.

It was then that the realization dawned on her

And she wanted the water that was GONE.                                                                                   .

-Stuti