Conformity

Today,
I saw a million opinions
go up in the air
and melt into clouds.
By evening, I was drenched –
in someone else’s thoughts.

By night,
when the judgments
and rain
had finally stopped;
I looked for myself
in puddles
that lay on the ground.

I saw a person,
shaped
by what other’s think;
Empty and dull;
One with the crowd.
Me? – I was washed away.

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The Downpour

Icy cold and endless,
Raindrops on the highway.
Puddles of puzzles,
Screaming and dancing on my way.
Hits me hard and hits me cold-
The downpour.

Cracked up heavens and bittersweet tears;
Memories of another rainy day.
Bottled emotions and restless fears,
bared in a thunderous display.
Howling winds and scathing drops;
Frostbites on my soul.

Rains within and rains on the windowsill;
Reflections each – of the other.
Earth and heaven, you and me; still
Locked and bound, to suffer.
Paper boats and umbrellas on the road;
neither mine, nor yours to own.
But fragile hopes and sheltered dreams;
refuse to leave; they refuse to leave.