Our Entwined Hands

Monsoon was always my favourite season.

I loved dancing to the tunes of cool wind

and to the wetness of crystal droplets.

I even loved riding my bicycle on a rainy day

and one such day, while I went to school,

I saw him walking down the lane.

He was not alone

His lover, was also there with him.

They walked, hand in hand

Reminiscing the rain that was falling by.

They were happy in each other’s company

And I felt happy too,

I hoped that one day,

I would also get someone like him

to be my side, to be my pride.

I smiled to my thoughts and

Entered the school with joy.

It was still raining

When I took my bicycle to ride back home.

I started riding but stopped seeing the scene in front.

The boy who laughed had tears in his eyes.

He was seated alone without his beloved’s shine.

I felt shattered and went to him,

who tried to hide his tears from the outside world.

His teary eyes met mine

And we stood like that till eternity.

With a sudden urge

He hugged me tight

As if to pour out his saddened hymns.

Her love for him was just a game

And when she lost interest, she just left.

I felt the pain which he felt

I felt like crying and staying with him.

I didn’t know why, but later realized

That I was falling for this virtuous soul.

I took his hand and kept in mine

To assure him that I was here

He looked at me with a dimpled smile

Which I returned seeing our entwined hands.

We stood up but our hands were tight

As we rejoiced the soothing rain.

We walked through the rain

Hand in hand