Rain

I wish it rains today,
So the sky can cry.
It must have been hard up there,
Holding all alone.
As the rain droplets touch the earth,
The barn land comes alive.
It seems,
Ones sorrow became other's happiness.
For the tears from above,
Bloomed the flowers below.
A loud sigh,
Called thunder, 
Was heard from above,
Scaring the living below.
They mistook the scream of pain,
As warning.
And closed their windows,
Turned their backs,
And left you all alone.
The sky never complained,
For he was scared to be abandoned.
He took a deep breath,
As he tried to calm himself down.
He knew his old self was loved,
By the living.
The bright blue colour never left,
The chirping of birds, 
The laughter of kids,
And the roaring of animals were back again.
To shine brightly,
He suffered a set back.
Still he cries,
When the bearing is hard,
The loud sigh is still heard.
It's hard to smile,
When the pain is traumatic.
A few drops of tears soothes him,
He smiles again,
When he see the delightful view from above.
 
                                                           ~Aditi

 The mask we put on everyday to form a person we never meant to be. The complexion that tells us we are beautiful and strong, but for world it’s not enough. But then again, this world is not a serious place, as it might seems it starts everyday for a lot of people and end for a lot in the same way.

In the end you will realize that you and the rest of the world were exactly same. Tangled in problems, rotting in sorrows, struggling for breathing; they were all you and you were them. The only differences were the excuses to keep people apart.  Just like the sky who is all alone but still he stands still with a smile on his face.

 Everything that I have ever dreamed of disappears as soon as the night is over. The moon is taking its pace so quickly, as sun sets with a bright sunrise and the starry night changes into a shinning day. But my head is still filled with the thoughts, the dreams that will be changed into my present. The thinking is clouding my head with a slight headache but the thought of my future brings a soothing smile on my face.

So what should I do? I want to write my story with my own hands, with some adventure and passiveness in life, with fulfilling laughter and hard cries, with three a.m. talks and midnight walks, with starry nights and bright days, with loud music and silent cries. I want to enjoy this life. Every bit of it cause if not, then it will be vain to be born.