Day 1 : 1st April 2015
When the raindrops became my tears….
I rub my eyes in vain in search for tear drops
The throbbing pain in my heart tells me, I am about to cry
But not a drop, not even moist eyelashes support my throbbing heart.
I rub my eyes again.
The dull ache turns into dry sobs, screeching and screaming within me
I desperately hold on to the fragments of my insane mind.
It’ll come soon, I just need to try.
I rub, rub and rub again till my eyes hurt
But the tear drops evade me.
It is raining, and I sit by the window
Nursing my broken, throbbing, hurting heart.
I realise my tear drops have taken the shape of the rain drops outside.
The pain building up within my insane mind takes the shape of the dark clouds
It thrashes the earth with violent downpour
My dry sobs turn into an angry storm.
With the passing storm I can feel my pain slowly leaving me, sipping out of my body.
I get drenched in the storm, the rain takes the shape of my tears
Vehemently washing down the dry ache, the dull pain.