This
parchment blank, stared at me, willing me to pick up my pen,
But the rain
driblets pelting against the banister refused to let go,
And as the petrichor
warmed up the air and reached me,
I felt my
mind going back to the countless seamless thoughts….
Those old
memoirs, those small notes on chits of paper,
Some unsaid
conversations, some untold musings,
Those
unfinished stories, those dried up rose petals..
All bringing
up that lingering scent old…
As the droplets
picked up pace, and splashed against my face,
I tried to
gather up my thoughts, and those emotions left unspoken,
When I realized
that those unexpressed sorrows within me,
Were out of
my eyes and amalgamating with the rain haze..
I come back
to this parchment now, and as I hold up my pen,
I find those
emotions galore dribbling over my fingers..
I start
moving my pen across, and those tears start unfurling,
I let them
unfurl and unroll, without any cease..
And make
this wish, that when I close my eyes,
This halo of
sentiments would be over and my mind rest appeased.
