memory of floody days - the start


Two hours of watching the rain,

Still unwell on bed,

Deciding to stop writing for a very long time…

I slipped into half sleep with my tired soul,

In the depth of unconsciousness I heard the rain,

I was living that rainy night of past-

In the cosiness of my friend's home

Where six of us lay in a row in one room, 

While the rest in others…

When I wrote in the darkness-

'Rain, still I can't stop loving you'

Though I could feel the water rising up

Inside my home inching up the stairs...

I opened my eyes, continued watching the rain.

Memories flood, a lot to write…

I'm changing my mind,

Going to write again, bit by bit.

May be this broken moments suits the best,

With another August rain giving company...


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