Breathing Petal Dust

The lightening struck those who prayed,

For endless love, not fadeaways.

The shock hits hard, and carries on,

A twitching body, a soulless heart.

Till it withers to nothing but dust,

Pick it up,

Gather it,

Treasure it,

Let it rust.

The carcass lies windless and still,

Dead petals crouching about.

But then,

A hand moves steadily in,

Clutching the rusted petal dust.

To never let go, to give a breath,

My hand should stay there for love.

Raining Life

Dated: 9th July 2009, 2:41 AM

It rained across the window panes,

A few drops, each second,

And a million then.

From these many that splattered on,

Two drops stood out,

One common ground.

They trickled in lines that scarred the pane,

Heading down, yet together,

Heading to one another.

And the moment much awaited struck,

When the two, slowly,

Created one.

It lasted for moments too short,

But seemed like days,

And years had passed.

And just like the two trickles formed one,

They parted their ways,

As quickly broken as begun.

Only one looked back, yet carried along,

Memories of tears and laughter found.