Haidar's Corner

As the rain drops upon the rooftops, I'm reminded of how my heart beats for you. The way the sky changes color, enveloped by the smoldering clouds is how my breast fills with overwhelming emotions whenever I think of you. I stare at the rain ferociously falling, fleeing the fury of the blasting gust of winds. I see the sizzling streak of lightening dancing across the skies just before its thundering beat and roar. And then as if by magic, all slowly calms down except for the trickling patter of raindrops running along. Soon the faint sound of rolling thunder recedes into the background overplayed by the twittering, chirping and cooing of birds after a storm. . Haidarwali 201811290828hrs

Why is it, that I cannot move beyond these walls; that I have caged myself within; these bars that hem me in... . Why is it, that the air seems thin; and I am barely breathing, gasping; almost suffocating... . When will this caked earth be wetted; with showers and downpours... . When will succour come, when will dawn arrive; with tidings of Sunrise's approach... . I spend each moment like a lifetime; not knowing whether what I await, is on the other side of approaching dawn. Haidarwali 201903021118hrs