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 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……