The Hazy Road

"Take the sky in, let the rain pour. Let it fill you till your tears of happiness are one with those from the clouds. Feel the rhythm of your heart with the pitter-patter of rain, almost slowing now, and then suddenly rushing again. Hear the quiet in the white noise, the truth in the black sky. Smile and jump a bit, and jump again, and again. Pause. Notice the melody of the world replacing the humdrum of horns, and tiny faces looking up at the sky, all expectant, all hoping for something. Yet, the storm listens to none, it remembers no one, nothing. It touches you for that brief night of your life, and soothes your skin for a while, and then it leaves without a sigh. It leaves without a goodbye." "She was my rain, I made her into skies." when the storm arrives Written by Yash Raj Talan [note to self: may you find music in the rain, and light in the floods]

I'd tell you about misery, love, And how it rains here every night And how I sit at the window to watch The monotony distract me to thoughts Of the world, but mostly, my world, you; And I'd tell you about the things I wish to say, love And how the sun kissed puddles Remind me of broken reflections we'd make in them Until one of us tried to push the other, Laughing, playful, maybe even happy; And I'd tell you about the nights I couldn't sleep, And you seemed just a call away then, But I haven't slept any better, And you're a thousand miles away now; But most of all, I'd tell you about the 2ams The sad, broken 2ams of yore, and now, When you'd say, like our own little tradition, "Nothing good happens after 2am," And I'd whisper, as I still do, but to the rain now, "And I love you." 2am Written by Yash Raj Talan [note to self: you shall always love the rain]

They talk about us, my love, In books and in trains, In wet window panes of homes, And on streets of the sane, And the papers and morning coffee, All carry the same name; Some hide in their cocoons, Some curse His bloody game, Some rejoice at the mercy Some run for cover, for space; They talk about us, my love, They know not our pain, You left teary when it was raining, And love, it's the same rain. the sky and the clouds (or, confessions likely forgotten) Written by Yash Raj Talan [note to self: rains fill you]