Rains and work don't go too well


I was looking around for that friendly smile

A welcoming gesture

But there was none, at least rare for sure

The silence of my surroundings was asphyxiating my senses

My eyelids had gained immense weight

And my ailment had no cure

Rains are beautiful

They are wet and savoury

The colourful umbrellas, the prolific greens

The never ending cups of tea and tales

But nothing can sparkle in the darkness of solitude

All delicious extravagance fails

The office building was large and unforgivingly white

Lights were all on, as if it was night

The souls around squinted at their laptop screens

Aiming to decrypt the toughest muddle

I worked too with my heart gazing at the lusting grey sky

And my body aching for that warm cuddle

To break the monotony I got my coffee

Steaming with heat and hope

But its taste was pale and it added no ardour

To my ailing heart and brain

It poured outside while I dreamt inside

I dreamt to embrace the rain

This is no poetry

For it has a rhythm too weird

No prose for sure

As there is no love and there is no brawl

These are musing of a trapped creative mind

Amidst heaves of paper, while it mizzles outside

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