Lonely Path

Walking along a life’s empty path,

On a dull, wet and warm afternoon

Rain and shine playing hide-n-seek,

Drenching and drying all the gloom.

The weak sunlight showing up now,

Trying hard to swab the wet solitude

My thoughts wander back into time

When you and I had none to intrude.

The lovely downpour and a torn umbrella

The gusty wind snatching it the harder I clasp,

With you beside, those were the lovely rains

Four hands ‘gether the umbrella would grasp.

Soon the monsoon sun reluctantly hides

Slowly the afternoon gets dull and lazy

As the empty path too nears the end

All the past’s landscapes  turn hazy.

Venkatesh Kumar © 2012