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Of Rain and Tea Stalls

Of Rain and Tea Stalls

by Aditya Mankad 0 Comments

If you stare long enough
at the bokeh of car lights,
you will see how insignificant
time is.

And yet here we are counting everything
in seconds and minutes and years,
trying to grab everything we can
with two paper hands.
(and it’s pouring outside)


If you stare long enough
at the trails of rain drops,
you will see how insignificant
a place is.

And yet here we are putting labels on our
luggage about the places we have been
and the places we will go just in
search of a home.
(and we are nomads)


If you stare long enough
in my eyes,
you will see how I carry
the rain and lights in them.

And here I am,
trying to defy what
rains and lights do
when you stare at them
long enough – disappear.
(and I am not even strong)


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On a rainy day – Murakami

On a rainy day – Murakami

Maybe on a rainy day
If the sun decides to shine,
Don’t act surprised. Play along.
As if it is a ritual for over a hundred years,
(You’re 20 but you are an old soul too)
open your rucksack – pluck that copy of Norwegian Wood.
Page 317, line no 9
“I wonder what ants do on rainy days?” Midori asked.
“No idea,” I said. “They’re hard workers, so they probably spend the day cleaning house or stock-taking.”
As the sun breaks through the clouds,
but fails to reach your insides; smile.
It has been too long that they have believed it can fix you.
It can’t. Only you can.
Stock happiness in bits and pieces,
books and vinyls,
coffee and cotton candy
for rainy days like these.

I think the anatomy of my brain cells
is like that of the skeleton of ants.
Ants can lift 10 times their own weight.
My brain cells carry anxiety on its back and take it for long walks on rainy days.
So if on one of these walks,
the sun decides to shine,

But if it doesn’t,
Don’t worry.
The sun might not
brighten your soul
but the rain will
wash your sorrows away.


The prompt was "Maybe on a rainy day if the sun decides to shine" given by Aishwarya Bhatt.
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An affair with rain


I have always despised you,
For you have a hold on me.
And you will always have that,
However old I grow out to be.
You will always lure the child in me,
to build paper boats and doodle on windows.
And you will always remind me of my youth,
And my Love-Hate relationship with you.
The petrichor will stay,
Long after the memories are gone,
Reminding me of the affair that could have been,
Had I not stayed indoors.



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It flashes before me,
Every now and then,
The silhouette of the sun,
The dark of the moon.
I know I don’t make sense,
And how could I?
I haven’t been sane,
From when you died.
They ask me to steadfast,
Move ahead in life,
And I say,
I will wait for the time,
Till her memories last.
And they say it’s fine,
“Take your time.”
I often laugh out loud,
Before I burst another tear cloud.
They wait for me to get rid of you,
Or your thoughts that is.
But to me,
That’s one and the same thing, you see?
How can a child ever forget it’s mother’s voice,
You ask me to choose,
When I’ve got no choice.
I think all your efforts are in vain,
Tell me,
Can you forget the smell of first rain?
They call me insane for what I have become,
And all I have to say is,
How can a heart live on its own,
When it’s other half is gone.

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