It is cloudy again,dark and gloomy
You are not here to be wary once again
You hated mud splashing and rains you found loony.
I would prefer to be inside and sleepy.You said.
I said but I would love to be skin soaked…
You would make an ugh!face and leave me in the rains,
Alone,out in the outpour
under the dark ,angry clouds,lashing out at me.
You were the pampered one,sheltered and protected,
I was the dark ugly duckling ,at the mercy of goodwill of all.
You were the gentle sapling to be guarded from the shining sun,
I was the desert cacti, left to survive in the sun and sand.
You found it tough to compromise with the hard hitting pain,
My life was compromise to begin with, but it fought to be free.
This monsoon,I am left alone,
I am again getting soaked.I am not a cacti anymore.
I am a rose that blooms in plenty.
Yet,I want to soak again, every alone,waking moment,
But this time to hide my flowing tears,
As you are not with me.