Sunshine

How can someone’s happiness be always associated with sunshine? I used to ask people what they like better, rainy day or sunny day. And of all the people I’ve asked, very few of them answered rainy day. Then I’d say I like the rains better than the sunshine. How about that?

So it’s got to be my day everyday since the onset of the rainy season. Nothing beats the feeling of nostalgia as you look out the window and see the rains pouring. I smile as I look at the lovers sharing an umbrella under the pouring sky. I take a deep breath and smell the rain, that distinct smell of grass and pavement wet with rain. I burrow in my bed for its warmth as the mist and the draft enter the window near my bed. I close my eyes and listen to the pitter-patter the drops make on the roof. And I am lulled to sleep as I enumerate the many wonderful things I associate with rain.


I was fifteen years younger when I started asking people what they like better - rainy or sunny day. I've outgrown that habit and smile instead at the thought. Still, I have not outgrown my fondness for rain. I see it as the great equalizer (is there such a word? and did i use it correctly here?). Everybody gets wet when it rains. It doesn't choose which people to shower its drops on. The rains simply pour from the clouds over everyone. We might have different umbrellas, roofs or vehicles to take shelter from but essentially we all get wet. Now isn't that a comforting thought? And with the floods that always come with the rains, everyone else's shoes take a dip at the rushing waters. A Nike or a non-branded rubber shoes all get smudged with mud and floodwater. How can i smile at the idea?

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Head over feet

How can you win me over? You who’d rather read the paper or browse the internet than look at me..

How can you win my trust? You who have time and again failed to deliver on your promise to be faithful..

How can I be head over feet? Over you who is insensitive to how I feel..

How can I forlornly wait? For the good thing I’ve pictured to happen between us..

How can they see my folly before I do? When I vowed to be the first to see..

How can a messed up me be more messed up after that first glance at your bewildering eyes?

How can I write these words? When the ‘you’ I’ve mentioned is just a figment of my imagination..

what...?

I whine at the inefficient system
Governing all that is and was
Unaware that I am one of them
Allowing things to just come to pass.

A change would do you good, they say
Is it not the only thing constant?
So tonight for change is what I will pray
That complacency leaves me in an instant.

I will to give my last cent
For a word or a phrase to add
That this piece may rhyme with intent
And mask the writer going mad.