Rain

Rain,
In hollow roads, whistling away
A slow tune
Water drips down window panes
Alone
I know what it is
A word, like a raindrop
Washing off colours
And the painting flows colours
Rain
Undoing smoke, untying knots
Farewell friend
In your loneliness
I find comfort
Repeat
Your mistakes, mine too
And we grin foolishly
Awkward, embarrassed
We walk out
Rain
Its still there, in a corner
Like a face glimpsed in time
Like a dream
On the threshold of waking
La Giaconda just smiled
I’ll see you around.
- Bibek Bhattacharya