Rain of Poignancy

For years; for a hundred years perhaps;

My soul was parched in the sweltry flames of memories.

Haunting dark clouds laden with dust from the past,

Whimpered into my somnolent ears as a macabre gust of unanswered flurries.

Oft amid the bustling roar of a thousand bees of yore, 

I savour raindrops of poignancy drizzling o'er my aweary skin.

I catch them or perhaps try holding them in my lacerated arms.

While they befool my naive heart and slip off into the earthen bin.

Few moments of nothingness drapes my restless mind,

And these raindrops drench me with their love.

Love which oft stayed untouched; oft concealed from my reach, 

Now drizzle down from the sullen clouds above. 

Those bangles still adorn my wrist and speak to me his voice,

His virile voice reverberates thru' my melancholic soul.

All gone! All disappeared into the dunes of bygone sands,

These raindrops serve reminiscent muses washing past my kohl.