Like the sharp needles pricked my skin,
These raindrops that felt as light as a feather,
I watched them fall from a distance striking the light pole;
And as hard as a rock placed on my chest,
Making it almost impossible for me to breathe
The cold breeze of the past covered my soul.

And I asked myself once again,
The same question,
Oh! I have so lost the count of it now;
Do you really,
really remember the actual taste of life somehow?

The voice of this very question,
Deafening my ears,
Left me numb;
So I banged the shut door,
From where all these questions come.

And then I shut my eyes,
Took a deep breath;
Covered with a bright smile,
The scars underneath
And I turned my back to this mind wrecking rain,
Because my heart has always known the answers to all the questions that
my soul asks.

But my mind kept telling me,
It was all vain.
It is all vain!

Yukti Trivedi