Lonely
Rain
Tiny
jewels of soft, soft rain
Cling across my windowpane
Like dew drops on morning grass
They sparkle on the rectangle glass
They look within and see me mourn
Thoughts that come on dark clouds borne
Those leave me feeling oh so alone
My heart is yet not made of stone
I think of raindrops upon your lips
Water streaming from your fingertips
Those wet clothes clinging to your skin
Revealing all that was within
Your laughter swirling like the breeze
Bouncing off the walls and trees
Your eyes that smiled only for me
With signals only I could see
When did that sparkle turn to stone
And leave me feeling all alone
Now I'm drenched in clinging pain
Like those panes from falling rain
~Siddharth Sanyal~