Aritra Chakrabarti

Rain in my brain Friday night and an old glass- Full of sparkling old rain. An overworked brain Looking to numb the pain. Rain, rain down again Like the time when the world was young And the world was big Without a daily gig To impress them and depress the self. When the world had rhyme- A rhyme of ease, a rhyme of grace; A rhyme that left back a trace That now smells like rain That’s dried up under a life Of no purpose and a daily strife. Rain, rain down again. Rhyme, breathe and dance again. Brain, look for the rain. Two days of hope And two more after five. And again. There’s a lot to probe, A lot to find and a lot to win. Maybe again. Maybe again...  Rain... 

The young boy's eyes Catch sight of a pretty face- A charming lady With a beautiful smile... A closer look reveals A sense of style... Is she taken? Definitely worth a try... A few unsteady steps, A little grin on his lips. He approaches her, Breaks the ice. Up close she seems really nice. Two hearts talk, Two souls get tied. Life burns with years As their story shifts gears. Faster it seems that it had been Decades ago... That pleasant day When he had seen her first... It's now a race against time To cling on longer- When togetherness is on lease, When words don't come with ease... All those words- They form up a huge pile Of the remnants of what had been And yet so much missed... The fear lingers on As the intertwined minds ache For a chance to turn the clock, For a chance to be together For all of time to come... The fear looms large The pile of words grows But of their love no-one knows...