When The Rain Comes By

When the rain comes by

And the roofs cave in 

While the wind murmurs secrets

To the wild bushes 

As the evening falls

As gracefully as the purple ramparts

Across your neck

As they carry an immigrant hope

Moving across your naked neck

Like a tributary wandering across

An unknown territory 

Yet carrying wistful hopes

Traversing latitudes and longitudes

Of pain and suffering

To meet its beloved ocean, someday

The radio hums 

A song that Google wasn’t able to name

But you remember it nonetheless

The clouds whirr in the sky

Like an upsetting frown

As you hear the thunder 

A voice cracks 

The fire in the fireplace cackles

I ache for the warmth

Of Ma’s touch

And the unshaken shoulder of Pa

I ache for the soothing blues

And a Kantha made by Ma

On these days so desolate and despairing

Yet in the threshold of my heart

A peacock dances

Feigning happiness

As the roofs cave in

As the rains come in