The rain with its cosmic eyes

Keeps knocking at the windowpane

Trembling with each steps

With all her secrets in every drop, one by one.

 

The evening was waiting for the

Magical rituals....like secret manuscripts

For her readers. It was dark like prison cells.

Waiting in a row for the final sentence.

 

The room was empty with the silence

Of the graveyard, except for the legacy of my

Ancestral breath. Bit by bit.

Again, and again. Like the experienced leopards,

 

Before the final hunt.

Our time, Past Present and the Future aspirants,

Like the prodigal epics of beliefs

Is waiting for the last ritual.

 

17th August 2014