One Rainy Morning

One cold rainy morning
I lay in bed, watching the rain
grasping at those good old days in vain
Miles and miles apart, you were
and even more apart, we were

She is but a dream astray
to my heart I did pray
But drunk in reverie of yesteryears
tired though it pined for yours

And so one cold rainy morning
I lay in bed, mourning
My hands dripping crimson
as I slipped into the unknown

My Lai

My Lai was silent that day
the birds didn't chatter
the cowbells didn't ring
the market, bereft of its cacophony
Muted seemed the rustling
of leaves of the old banyan tree.
As though she knew,
of her inevitable end.
And had decided to embrace it
the way a dying old lady does.
My Lai was silent that day
and the days that followed.



PS: My Lai is a village in Vietnam which was heavily damaged during the Vietnam war.