On the way home..

I am on the way back home.

The city is fully drenched in rain—

still raining.

People hide in shelters,

a long queue of vehicles

moving like ants.

I saw an upset, driving mother

and a happy kid beside her on a two-wheeler,

playing with the rain drops.

Two souls.

Two mental states.

Two perspectives.

Life offers everything—

pleasure and pain,

pleasure in pain too

Wisdom and realization matter.

A random love song plays in my ears.

You stay in my heart.

And I am smiling in this hell of traffic,

like that kid.

You are my rain—

pouring inside me all the time,

keeping me fertile… alive.

— VB

6:36 PM, 03/12/2025