The Rainbow

The Rainbow

In a spatter, like a have-to-do errand, it fell
Rain, at the feet of a begrudging cloud grumble

Amidst the last condensing drops,there peeped
Two rising sunbeams in an incoherent mumble

For a moment, the briefest of moments, I imagined
I could see it arching gracefully, a long-sought rainbow

All seven shades, shimmering like yards of silk
Over sector 1, the Major's mansion, the extension - jubilant in a row

The moment passed, in all its auspicious brevity
Lugging, dragging - its shades, two pots of gold

I thought i saw a rainbow - I didn't
I didn't even wish it much- I'm told

Yet a rainbow came; came, but late
A hope I was destined not to see
It showered free, its gold on all
None was meant for me

Perhaps I was too impatient; resigned perchance
So inured; no more, could I let me hope for hope
The conning rainbow conspired perchance
Hiding camouflaged, till I departed to mope

Which is which, I do not know
I only long I'd seen that Rainbow!

How Utter is Loneliness?

How Utter is Loneliness?

How utter is loneliness when
Even the unwelcome persecuting voice,
The "As you sow, so shall you reap"
Is smothered, buried somewhere deep,
Swamped by the resounding echoes
Of one infinite, timeless question...
Why?

When random friends chatter, smile
Say "Best of luck" in a casual way
Send an automated message on your birthday
Oomph on the change in the weather's mood,
Idly comment, " Yeah, life's good",
Yet evade that one overwhelming question...
Why?

When in the deepening dark
The silence of helpless tears
Accosts you with a Goliath bark
When uselessness of calming your fears,
Taps you on the shoulder and asks...
Why?

Clambering onto the choking emptiness of desertion
You grope for shadows in some dreams broken
You hide your swollen eyes in a layer of kohl
From the interrogating gaze of a hypocrite school
Prodding your emptiness with their merciless query...
Why?


Utter is loneliness, yes.
Absolute.
Non-negotiable.

Of the wretched woman deserted,
Clueless, by her platonic lover
And forced by a deceiving nation,
To flaunt a "I'm fine, Thank you" smile.
Hollow, jagged - like an old empty tin,
She laughs often.
A walking zombie, she roams the streets...
A living monument to that one unanswered question:
Why...