Dead †

If there was a way to say it out loud, I could not have voiced it. If there was away to feel it, my soul would have withered. If there was a way to touch it, my hands could not have felt. My thoughts go astray; I open my mouth to speak but the words die on my lips. If only somehow I could elucidate…

Treachery of the rain

The raindrops were casting a spell on me once more, a spell that enclosed me in its powerful grip, refusing to let go. A bewitching charm that enchanted me. There was something unusual about that particular magical shower on that distant, cold winter night, which mesmerized and fascinated me. I was always spellbound when it rained in the dark of the night. The night rain had a peculiar beauty to it that enticed me, leaving me smitten so that I would forget about everything else and would run towards the downpour like one possessed. That night too, like any other rainy night the deluge forced me to come out and witness its splendor.