And Rain Falls Blindly
   
 
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I look out of the window
I do not want to see the day.
It holds no promise for me
The sun shines, and then it begins to rain
I continue to watch.
It makes no difference to me.
I wish someone would call.
Say they want to talk to me.
I wish someone would write.
Say they want to be my friend.
I wish someone would ring the bell
Say they want to hold my hand.
I wish someone would tear the mask off my face
And say I want to know you.
The rain falls blindly
It does not want to see.
It floods the pavements
Overflows over the sidewalks
I watch
It does not see.
I do not see.
There is no promise there for me.
I draw the drapes.
Lie in my bed.
Smoke a cigarette.
Study the smoke.
I do not see.
I wish someone would say
I want to share this cigarette with you.
I want to taste your lips on it.
I want to tear the clothes off your body
To see the shapes you hide from me.
And say I want to know you.
The rain falls blindly.
It drenches everyone
It runs into sewers
It slithers down alleys
It is on plastic, on glass,
On my window it looks in.
It does not see.
I do not see.
There is no point in this life
I am a dying life.
I am a living dead.
I am a dying leaf.
I am a living deaf.
I do not hear as well.
I wish I could
I wish it would
I wish for so much
But I do not see.
I do not hear.
I do not taste
The cigarette on my lips.
I have no taste.
So he said.
So he said.
When he left.
All sight and sound and taste gone.
I am the living blind.
I am the living dead.

 

My collection of poems “Yearnings” may be ordered online, here http://serenewoods.com/book_details.php?id=419
 
 

© ABHA IYENGAR - Aug 2007