Between Rain and Sun

Yesterday, I stood in a place

Where storm alerts echoed,

Rain falling without pause

There were spine shrap chilliness

Today, I stand somewhere else—

The sun laughing high,

No trace of rain,

No memory of wetness.

I am travelling by bus

Between two small towns,

By the window seat—

Where the wind strikes my face fiercely,

And playing tunes with my hair.

It pulls me into older times.

My younger days flash before my eyes—

I find myself smiling,

As thoughts keep rolling on.

And as expected,

Your thought walks in—

How we met,

How we are now,

How we might be.

Destiny is unpredictable,

And that is what makes life beautiful.

Still, I drown in mixed emotions.

I carry a quiet fear of losing you all the time

I see nightmares where

I hold no space in your heart.

And I grow silent with sadness.

Just then, a vehicle crosses our bus—

On its back, a line is written:

"You will get what you wish for,

If you pursue it passionately."

Now,

I am smiling again—

With hope.

— VB

2:58 PM, Thanjavur.