अध्याय 72 I like to walk in rain

September 2007, Just after my poem ‘ jub main rota hun’, I tried to translate that in english but it was too banal and boring so I quit it. Then a quote struck my mind by the late and great Charlie Chaplin. And it gave me a new Idea to start with.


I like to walk in rain


I like to walk in rain being lost in my own

Filled with chagrin,

Calm, mute, in the corner

I am just staying

In this icy cold desert so called world

Where everybody cares who is living

But no one cares if anyone is dying


I like to walk away, slowly-slowly

Wearing a laughing face,

Hiding my yearn inside,

Being wet, drenched to the bone

I like to walk in rain so no one shall know who is crying…….


I abide by lightning

In thunders I hide my yelling

Sobbing in faint whoosing wind

I hide my tears in the raindrop

Hiding myself from people plundering near by

Why don’t these tiny drops stab into my chest?

Cleave it and take the travailance I am hiding inside

I like to walk in rain so no one shall know if anyone is actually crying


I yell, I shout, I ask for mercy

But don’t let myself

Or anyone hear these words

I accept the mistakes I haven’t done

Not for making myself a better person

But just to handle the pain

I ask for tortures to come over again

Being stuck in the world of words

I beseech just the power to keep striving

I like to walk in rain so no one shall know

How, HOW THE HELL AM I CRYING……