May 15, 2018
When the sky
weeps in catharsis,
and tears trickle
down the panes,
and the soft patter
of tiny raindrops
fills the air
pushing away
stray wisps
of anxiety and despair -
that feeling
is one love
my heart could never
manage to forget.
That clouds are drizzling
over the city
is a common nuisance
in everyone's head
and now finally,
after many many months
of everyone trapped
in their own personal hells
made out of pockets
of isolated chaos
in the chaos of the city,
everyone's chaotic
cacophonies sync up
into a harmony of collective
innocuous inconvenience,
which,
however gloomy.
is, finally,
melodious music.
The string of thoughts
the gloom and the patter
hold onto so
effortlessly
hangs lonely in the mind
the rest of the year,
yearning to be held
by the comforting grip
of monsoon rains.
-Abdullah Alam