Winter Rain

There is something
winter rain,

reminds me
of you,

maybe its inherent

or maybe
i have
always loved its sound,

maybe that it breaks
the monotony
of the frozen silence,

or maybe
my wish
that it always be around,

there is something
winter rain,

that always
reminds me
of you,

and maybe
it’s just the fact
that you so love it too.

© vidursahdev 2019

In Search of Home

Behind smokescreens
we so proudly live,

our perfectly moulded
scripted lives,

and i wander in search
of a place unknown,

where this is not
the way to be,

for mine
shattered long ago,

and another will surely
suffocate me to death.

© vidursahdev 2019