Incriminated

Incriminated

Little passing moments they have had,

In silence, grief, or regret,

Were as profound as their happier ones,

All meaningful, almost mournful.

The monsoon brought forth torrents,

Flooding not only lands but also hearts,

The musky scent of rain a release,

From their own lacerated liaison.

Side by side they sat and admired,

The pretty bubbles in the puddles,

Bursting like distant sparkling stars,

So close yet so far.

Should they ever join hands to reconcile,

I’d shed tears to water the crops,

Hence the seeds of love shall thrive,

Perhaps till never after, alive.

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Note:

When it rains, have you ever observed the puddles?

If it rains not too hard nor too lightly, there'll be bubbles in these puddles and these infinite little bubbles bursts almost instantly. At a distance, they appear to be sparkling. Just like the stars in the sky. I've a pet name for them haha.

I call them fallen stars.

Clearly, I'm a recluse whom walks with her shadow when it rains to have time to observe such beauties. But they're so very pretty. Next time it rains, mind the puddles with the bursting bubbles. They're quite a sight.