by Parminder Singh
With rain as the backdrop, Parminder Singh’s poem brings forth the course of a life which, in contrast with what was dreamt, goes kaput. There is a tinge of egoism which lets relationships flow away in the rain. The bloom withers away with time and the moments that could have been painted with the rainbows of togetherness pave way to an imminent loneliness.
It was raining.
Even the valley doesn’t remember.
It happened not yesterday,
not even the year before,
a little long ago…
It was raining.
I witnessed bumble bees hovering
around the flowers
blooming in the acme of their youth
forgetful of their near future, looming.
It was raining.
I was about to leave
but a pair of eyes
with a twinkle on the eyelashes
chained my feet,
I stood still, unable to move.
What made me stay?
Rains after rains
oiled the smoggy lamps
of despair,
I introspect now…
‘fault’ is the keyword,
who admits?
The same pair of brows
now raised,
eyes devoid of fluids…
Nothing to stop my way,
I want to, and can’t leave.
What is this shackle now?
Outside, it is raining.
Parminder Singh, an IT professional, is pursuing Ph.D. in English. He teaches English and also writes poetry and short fiction in English, Punjabi, Urdu and Hindi. His poems have featured in books Harbinger Asylum and Shout it Out. He has been published in magazines and journals such as Spark, Criterion, Galaxy, Langlit, South Asian Ensemble, Out of Print and Muse India.
Very nice bro keep it up…
Thanks brother!
Good one.. keep it up..
🙂 Thanks