It has been a week of rain now,
She saw her panes grow hazy.
A hundred new thoughts,
A thousand new words to shed –
Why is it everyone talks of ‘Love’?
She wanted to talk something new.
She came to you to feel anew and all she felt was lazy.
They said, you feel intoxicated,
She thought crazy they are! The lunatic lot!
The jealous crowd, the wrath stricken lot!
She painted her canvas red and blue and yellow and green
She hued her sky with all her colours,
Her city with all her hopes,
And then this rain-It washed away all,
It made her city the same colourless.
Four walls need not be home,
Four walls may not be rest,
Four walls mean an open roof-
It was that sky she saw everyday!
It was the rain of that sky she dreamt!
Yet it drenched her,
Made her wet all over…
She rose from her sleep,
Brought out a new canvas and gave a new streak on it.
The old wet canvas saw her back..
