Rainfall At The Corridor Of My

Let it rain at the corridor of your heart,

Let it drench the mat you've so neatly laid

With a message,

"Trespassers will be ripped apart."

I know every monsoon

You shut your windows tight

To avoid the music strum

By the raindrops on your sill at night.

Stop pretending you're enjoying the Novel you've held so close

When all you've been longing is the Quietude

Of a rhapsodic rain

That'll break the spell of this afflicted pain.

And so this season darling

Let the beats wash away your melancholy,

Set free your feelings

And dance under the Moonlight

To the dulcet symphony.

Let not the mesmerising murmurs

Go unheard this time,

Cut off those strings of rusted memories

And learn again to smile.

Open the window to your soul sweetheart

Let it drizzle insane at the corridor of your heart,

Kindling ripples that'll soothe

The unattended sceptic pain ripping you apart.