The skies blue..
Dithering clouds farther..
Drifting wind afloat..
Lonesome streets..
Down the winding road
Mirages yonder..
The deserted bus stop..
Recluse mind..oh! mine
Sitting on this stone bench ..
Sun beating down..
So do memories.....
It rained in Nineties..rain and dreams..
Those monsoon showers ..wild and wet..
When it stopped..droplets from the canopy..
Earth smelling fresh ..Sand loose and wet..
You were walking and ..me with you..
Sand still wet..feet dipping in
Lonely pathways ..grass on sides..
You were silent so was I..
The air smelled wet and melancholy..
And you stopped..tears in your eyes..
You knew it and so did I..
Fate is an comedian ...didn't they say?
Setting in was evening , and you had to part..
Setting in was evening, for me, forever..
And u walked, rains starting again..
And you walked into the rain....
I tried to walk back...but..could not find the way..
The rain was filling the earth..
or was it the tears..I hid from u..
The nineties ended...in came 2000
Many things changed they say...
But it still rains there in monsoon...
And it still rains ..within me...
Now, sitting here on this stone bench..
This deserted bus stop and the burning sun..
It still rains within..
Memories of the nineties..
