The wind burst and breathed around me,
Twirling in naked magery, the short
Spurts of musky rain enveloping
My very soul.
Its going to rain.
Rain creeps up and soaks all
With its dim moistness, swirling
Its way into the bones of the coconut
Trees, and the almond shaped drops
Soaked me to my skin.
And still, it was to rain.
The pain washed off the days of my life
I sat on a table top, wondering if that
Day would come when it would rain.
But its raining already. Can't you hear
Falling from the sky?
Its going to...
You washed the pieces of broken crockery on the sink.
You prayed in front of the potted idol.
You wasted the breaths unnecessarily,
But I thought it was needed to make you happy.
You called and waited
Beneath the coconut trees
But he never showed up.
You did all the right things
But the real dread behind all
Was behind the one person whom you
Did not tell.
And you lay on the dust of your spirits,
Reclined on your skull
And gasped at the beauty of it.
The bones shattered, rattled, broke
And you fell into a chasm of silence
Where nothing existed but you.
And you blessed yourself because there was no one left to bless.
He never came under the coconut tree.
You stooped and picked up the rib
That was once you
And broke it into half
And you took the pieces and made them into a pair
And the two ribs led separate lives
Happily ever after.
The myth was for them. It was not for you.
It is not for me.
It will be never for us. Not for you and I.