Love is like a rain, until it falls from eyes .
Every scribble I scribbled was meant for you to read, which may not happen in the near future or the infinite. I used to think of the moments, in which we knitted dreams in past for a lovely future.
Those dreams in past had rained, unseen.
Those dreams should have been investments for the future, but now it’s the debt of the present.
I never questioned your departure, but my weeping soul does expect an answer for THE DAMN QUESTION for an entire lifetime, so-called WHY?
Why you just vanished in vain? when you had all the privilege and moments to say a simple goodbye.
Why those questions stood unanswered? when you had the moment and could have answered.
Why you hadn’t kept those promises? which had been an oath upon life, in which you won’t leave, even if death called me.
And why have you still not even tried to give an answer? where you knew where my breath would be.
But I know it would remain unanswered.
Let me rain for one-last-time.
