It rains

It rain it rains it rains On my mind from the skies  It rains. Crocheted into the day Slyly into the night  It rains. Droplets of joy  Drops of indignation  It rains Nothing dries I wipe the tear soaked face Hug the dog his fur is damp Still, it rains. 

#Aabesh #Kolkata #July2016

I left you my friend I left you, when drunken, uncomprehendingly disdainfully, shamefacedly (isn’t that we were taught to feel) I turned away my friend.   Was I drunk? Were you? Was it an accident we cannot recover from? Those questions haunt us tonight as I wait in this cell I have been condemned to…