Rainy Tales

In the beginning,
Puddles of joy,
Paper boats and splashed laughter,
Joyous drenchings, Mama’s scoldings,
Wet classrooms with the wet-sock-stink,
And along muddy ways, the great
Umbrella chase, in spirits
Undampened by the gale.

Later, silver dreams by a window sill,
With a steaming cup of coffee,
Watching the silver tassels
Tumbling from a dark saree
Draped across a swarthy sky;
And pitter-patter lullabies-
Or whispered sweet nothings???
Rainy smiles on rainy nights....

And now... soulful strains
Of a melancholy mood,
A rhythmic recital
Of ineffable loss,
Plaintive notes arising
From sunny days of yore;
Tears streaming down the window pane-
My own or the weeping sky’s???

MACHINE

Wish I could delete
The frozen pain,
The aching silence;
Empty the recycle bin
And lose them forever.

Wish I could copy-paste
The good old days,
Over and over again
In place of this numb pain.

Wish I could undo the mistakes,
Start over anew,
And when the hurt
Makes my life hang,
Instantly shut down and
Restart afresh.

And when it all gets too much,
I could just crash.