Aloof

I watched the drizzle of rain

Falling in the river in a pattern-

As it swayed with the wind…

I watched the rain approaching me,

I stood in silence, admiring the moment,

Though my eyes were welled up,

In the misery of distant past,

Or the future or of the unknowns!

The church and the gulmohar seemed aloof,

I felt as if they didn't recognise me.

Maybe I am different from the one they knew…

I wanted them to fill their warmth 

In this drenched me, bare and uncloaked...

I know, I was distant and closed,

And the transformed me is irrecoverably transfigured!

I miss the petty talks and silly arguments,

I miss the stupidity and laughter.

Lost moments in the distant past…

I will walk towards you,

I'm sure you will recognise my touch,

Like the babies feel their mother;

Though afraid I am of being replaced,

Some hidden pride wants me 

To be an irreplaceable vacuum instead!

The silly human in me has probably not changed,

Though the naiveness has become boldness

And ignorance to realisations…

Being naive and ignorant were beautiful,

Until the traumatic realization thundered;

And it thundered and the lighting sparked in the dark sky,

The visual charisma of nature 

In the most virulent of forms,

With the gale erupting;

I gaped, though eyes still joined the pour,

Did the gulmohar wink at me

Swaying wildly, throwing the red blossoms?

May be it's my aloof mind

Painting everything and everyone so!