Is it again the beginning of an end
I see rain dripping down the window
With patterns falling on the glass pane I sit by
And wonder " is it again the beginning of an end "
A dead beginning to a breathing , genuine end
That would hurt alike a true broken heart
Is it beginning of that time of the year when things speed up only to come to halt.
Or is it the end I seek for everywhere
Could it offer me a beginning ?
As the water slides down the pane
I simmer up my loneliness and my pain
and
Noticed how it glided to the ground
The droplet fell down there lifeless before I could hear its sound .
Touching the green blade of grass
I saw it stay for a few seconds
Balancing itself between gravity and holding its final protector
Startled at the present engagement
I looked at it in amazement
The struggle of a droplet to create its own beginning
By keeping itself from its ending
Oh how inspiring
Yet
Destiny sprang in with rain ,rain and rain...
A heavier droplet fell on the grass again
So much like the usual , cruel god's game
And the droplet met its end !
at this tragic event
I hope it is not
The same beginning of an end ...
Yes,
I am scared about it
And
I shall nomore pretend ...