Some people walk in the rain, others just get wet. – Roger Miller 

I’m sitting on my balcony

in a pensive mood, the rain

augmenting recollection that’s

usually half-baked these days,

nebulous like the swirling greys

in a paperweight, I don’t have a

pluviophile’s tranquility, all I have

is an ache that longs to find its

way through the broken corridors

of the past, back to you, back to us,

when my life wasn’t a dastardly mash

of recklessness and impulse,

and I didn’t float in a wavy gravy

of regret, like a dead fly in a bowl of

soup, but I know that I’ll never find you

again, not in this world, fetching with

side-swept hair and a smile which gave

me more than any muse could,

sagacious like a blue jay with tiles

of greenish blue, making up its back,

accepting chance and circumstance with

equanimity even when the first signs

of the disease gnawed at you like

a hellish hound chewing raw meat,

the nystagmus and the pain in those

eyes that always seemed to look

through me, past bone and marrow

finding my soul and

animating my spirit,

the spasms which progressed into

all-encompassing throes,

your voice, an alto sweetness

becoming slurring strangeness.

I always believed some

coruscant hand of providence

or a kaleidoscopic divine fiat

would bring back the colour

you’d lost — the tender blues,

the wild greens, the burning oranges,

but insouciant fate

never rewarded me for the nights

spent on my knees, sobbing for mercy.

I watched as your condition deteriorated.

unable to walk or think,

a poor prognosis, they called it,

but it felt like some unholy beast

wielding a monstrous axe hacking

away at my heart, and you, once a

sequoia symbolising vivaciousness

even when the auburn eventide

played its requiem, now

a shadow, fighting to become flesh

and blood again, resisting until you

couldn’t any longer and the world’s

cathedral lost a beautiful mural

making this sinner fight his

demons with the bottle, which

became a demon itself,

lucidity drifting in and out like

consciousness after an accident,

chaos and then anger, and then

a settled sadness, pinpricks of

sorrow. The moonlight floods

the balcony and I wish it would

carry me with it until I’m something

unquantifiable and infinite,

but also nothing —

dust and ashes, sky and rain.

For dVerse

Photo by Max Bender on Unsplash

31 responses to “Rain”

  1. This is beautifully heartbreaking


    1. Thank you very much Maren


  2. This is incredibly powerful. You’ve used the flavors but have put them into a poem that is rife with pain and grief. The emotions here are visceral. Heartbreaking indeed. I hope you’ve not gone through this with someone. If you have….I’m sorry for the pain you’ve been through and the pain you’ve seen. Thank you for posting.


    1. Thank you so much for your wonderful comment. I haven’t gone through this with someone, and this is fiction. I took the other sorrows in my life and channeled the melancholy into this piece. Thanks for reading.


  3. Stunning in its emotional anguish, I hope it is fiction but I fear it is not.


    1. Thank you very much. It is fiction, but you thinking it might be real, means a lot.


  4. Maren says it well, as did you.


  5. Heartbreaking in a powerful way. Very relatable. Good job.


    1. Thank you so much for your kind words.


  6. Wow…all I can say in the wake of such powerful tragedy!


    1. Thank you very much


    1. Thank you very much!


  7. A tragic story, but beautiful in every detail! Feeling that “dead fly in a bowl of soup” you have a way with words that is compelling!! ❣️


    1. Thank you so much for your beautiful comment Tricia ❤️


  8. This is epic! So many wonderful lines, too many to quote .. much of this poem mirrors aspects of my history. “Back to you, back to us.” Well done!


    1. Thank you so much for your kind words. That you could relate to it, means so much to me.


  9. I struggle to find the time to read you, but when I do I am richly rewarded. Like here! You capture the heart wrenching circumstances of mortal loss perfectly.


    1. Thank you so much Diana. I appreciate your comment a lot!


  10. Awesome format! Lines flowing into each other.


    1. Thank you very much!


    1. Thank you for your comment.


  11. Gorgeous work, Nitin.


    1. Thank you very much.


  12. This is an exquisite write, Nitin. The anguish, so real, the flow so seamless. You write beautifully.


    1. Thank you so much Punam! That’s a wonderful comment, and it helped cheer me up.


      1. So glad it did, Nitin. You are welcome.


  13. Thanks for following!


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Ordinary Person is a guy who likes to write. He writes fiction, essays, poems and other stuff.


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