Do you hear me?

Relishing the taste of luscious sweet caramel from my hot cup of latte, a pleasant tingling breeze gently envelopes me. I draw my knees closer under the table avoiding an army of endless tiny tattering raindrops falling from a huge, green, umbrella towering above my head. The cold monsoon roar mannishly, stirring leaves into little circles by the sidewalk. As the cold wind hit my skin; glistening particles of water drops cling on to my skin. My palms drew closer around the white mug, salvaging for some warmth.

Raindrops stir one’s emotion in so many ways and sometimes it even inspires. It hypnotizes and transcends one’s mind into a voyage. It’s about time I update my writing.com page. So here it is…

Hey you ..
Tell me your story,
Tell me how we got here?

Why these tear drops falling from the sky?
Hush…
I see rays of sunshine hidden behind these clouds;
You will hear me.

Hey you;
Where are the whispers that swept me up on cloud nine?
Where’s the giggling warmth?
Your pledging words of eternity?

Hey you,

Hey you,

Can you feel the lingering unspoken words you’ve left behind?
Castles and Knights are not fun anymore without you,
I’ve been running in circles and still…
You’re the first and last thing I see when I close my eyes,

I’ve tried… I’ve tried,
I can't turn the page,
I just can’t do this alone,
Not today,

Maybe tomorrow...

But I know,
You will hear me again...