Vidyut Jain's Blog

Sitting on the window ledge,

Watching the rain drop and fall,

Listening to them tinkering upon the tin,

Makes me reminisce

My thoughts dissipating towards melancholy,

As if, it was the saddest tune I have heard,

A glimmer of hope awaiting my future

A future which is in my past and of my present

A drop of rain falling to the ground scatters

Reminding me of times gone by

The life I dreamed of long ago

Of ideals and greatness

Of understanding and compassion

Which,

I forfeit to the vanities in life

The exuberance of youth, falling

Freely from great heights

The will to learn an appetite to live

Enthusiasm for death

The gumption now lost, consigned to oblivion

All of it seems an eternity, watching the rain drop and fall…