The Rainy Street

by Sneha Subramanian Kanta
(Mumbai, Maharashtra, India)

Lush green grass at the end of the road
is visible from the window I see
the lonely raindrops gather at the
pane of my window
as to assemble
and form a melancholic
nothingness
on the vacant couch I lie on

the streets invite me into the
heavy stupor
closely associating itself with the
place I sit

perhaps the sublime time
doesn’t cease to move across
the window pane
it is stagnant there
like life lived by
you and I