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“How people live” – Nayana Nair

I sat there crying.

It hurt to know,
how people live,
how they smile,
how they could look at each other,
how they felt welcome wherever they went,
how they could sing along
and not be reminded of all the sadness
that song carried in itself.
How my desolate riverside
was their ‘beautiful view’,
their ‘venue for celebration’.

I saw it and cried
for I realized
that this life could never be mine.
I cried because I realized
something must be wrong with me
to not want this life.
I cried because I couldn’t understand
how to set things right.

“It rained last night”- Nayana Nair

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In front of my dear flashing screen,

I lay snuggled in my bed,

Dozens of lives were put up on show,

But I was engrossed in my own sorrow instead,

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But the next second a flash, a thunder caught my sight,

Foretelling the rain that is to follow tonight.

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I slide the glass doors of my balcony,

And stepped outside to be hugged by the wind,

Flowing like an unstoppable river,

In front of it, I felt like a small kid,

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Compared to the great expanse before me,so small my plight,

In some seconds, rain will wash away my sorrow, tonight.

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The rhythm of the wind,

Echoed in my ears

A sweet song on its own,

And then the first drop fell on my cheeks, disguising my tears,

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Here comes my savior hero, my knight

Here comes the rain tonight.

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I rise up from my fear and

As if I have been awakened from a dream to reality,

Like  a phoenix rising from its own ashes,

I can now at least see reason despite my insanity,

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The sky is showering its blessings at the stroke of midnight,

As everyone sleeps, I am awakened by the rain tonight.

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These water drops have returned home,

After a long journey’s cessation,

They bounce , fall and jump around,

In this solitude, I witness a unique celebration.

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I can’t find words for describing, to write,

Their celebration, my hopes and the rain tonight.

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This joy, this celebration,

My heart it feeds,

These drops though small and negligible

To my mind, my peace serves as seeds,

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It rains everyday in my heart,

But finally it rains tonight.

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With sun’d filtered beams,

Reaching me with all its shine

The rain must leave and so do I,

Like two best friends we’ll again meet sometime

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I have forgotten my sorrow, its reason and everything’s alright

The only thing I remember is the fact that it rained last night

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