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It Brings Her.....

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Yes....I am an escapist....finding refuge in things such as these....escaping reality to find solace amidst imaginations....

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By the window, embraced with a train of tiny amorphous beads that paint a graffiti...

Layered with warm spots of breath, blanketing the obscurity....

I could smell the sky drawing closer....so much closer...to me.


Clouded canvases and an orchestra of dripping drops.

Sporadic breezes pacing and slowing down....

Which whisper in my ears...

Which converse with my hairs...

In words, I still cannot comprehend....


Rain....reminds me so much...of her :

gentle, sudden, divine....and elusive

And those little pellucid spheres cascading down incessantly...

Portray her cherubic face : a place from where that smile springs from....

The smile which is the origin of mine.....


And the earth, much like me,

Hastily gathers everything that descends from that heaven above....

Absorbing some while allowing the rest to flood its surface....in abundance....

Thoroughly dressing its deepest depths in every single way....

And when that happens....it slowly loses its existence and....

Becomes the reflections of the ether that blesses it with ripples....

As beautiful as they could ever be.....

I tried....but I couldn't make them stay....

I tried....but I couldn't make them stay....

And deep within the mirrors which I bear, there is a prominent reflection -

A reflection that has always been hers....

Hers ...but not her.....

Maybe I was destined to bear that warmth for the one I can't have...


Yes...she has always been there ....faraway...

What stays is the lingering essence of her familiar ways.....

Of endearing giggles and childish plays....

But at least the same sky stands above the two of us....

At least we stand under the same symphony ....

The symphony of the soft drizzle of rain....

And the same wet pattern of the slithering water ,probes the stretches of our skin....

that makes me want to close my eyes...

that makes me want to open them to hers.....


The rain has always been a great companion of intricate mysteries....

Mysteries as beautiful as her and her world......

A world which is a world away from where I am.....

And she.....she represents every secret that world holds...

In my pursuit to enter her world, full of secrets.....

I have walked along the streamlets

On her path - just to watch myself get lost....

Just to watch her get away....

Knowing that I can do nothing.... to make her stay....

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And in a way, same as hers, the clouds are withdrawn, silencing the way of rain....

Leaving me to witness the last of the fading graffiti...

On that same window pane...

It has gone for now....but it will come....again....

One day....someday...

Yet in reality, I wish the rain never ended........


The rain brings her....she brings memories.....

And those memories bring an ocean

Of ....once lived emotions....

And just like that....

Every time I add....

A layer,....I.....I think of her....


Sure, I miss her....

But if I cling to those feelings....

I will never be able to get out of this dwelling....

I'll be stuck ..,...she'll be stuck...

With her residing in the spaces of my heart,

I'll tread on...to a distant mile...

For Her presence and her remembrance ...

Makes my life worth a while....


I want to be the steps that will make her want to get up and walk......

And find her way.....

So....I'll keep walking , for her, in my path

Where I may stumble and fall....

I may get bruised and hurt

But I will learn, above all......


And there's a belief bestowed by the gentle rain which the heavens stir..

A belief which promises me...

That one day...one day that path

Will take me to her.....

As It Rains.....

© 2019 Adnan

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