Rain Diary-Part3 of 3

1. Today’s rains make me feel a drought All the more thirstingly. A drought Of all that is not unwanted All that is not love, that is. In times when farmers kill themselves Due to debts, a rash truck kills A man on a walk and fellow Students rape a girl in the lab. It’s all goose-turd and rat-piss. 2. What it would be like if the rains Could be stilled in mid air. To hold It stilled in hand and seek Like a child its sparkle inside. Dull or sparkling, something or nothing I wouldn’t break it like a child. Rain and water are brittle like Limbs, hearts and life. Handle with care. 3. Is it not wonderful when Tomorrow’s rains rain today. Yes. But not always. Today it is. Tomorrow I might be drenched To my bones. But its soaking me To my heart’s content today Is the price the day offers To all those who waited out the bad Days through failed power, lost TV serials And washings that would not get dry And washed away belongings. 4. And finally when it rains, it Is simply rain. Torrential Or scanty, flowing or fitful. No room to safekeep my private Thoughts against the querying chill No scope for my forlorn hopes Against this searching soggy breeze. Someone across the street has switched On a record which goes about Repeating ‘Om Namah Sivayah’ And I conclude boldly and brightly It rains pristine and cold. It rains. Like a holy chant, an oft-heard song It rains life and hope. It rains. Note: 1.Bundh is a form of public protest in India against governmental action or inaction and is observed through closure of business establishments, stopping of public transports etc for a specified duration, usually a day. 2.Om Namah sivayah is a religious chant, which is supposed to bring the blessings of Lord Siva .