Rain
Do you remember?
In the last bitter quarrel between us,
the sky itself seemed to tear apart…
Like black-and-white clouds,
a torrential downpour streamed endlessly
from the eyes…
That lightning which suddenly struck us—
the rain was so lethal
that my very living turned into tears.
Since then, I could never love the rain,
but now that same one… yes, just like that,
piercing through darkness, fierce, relentless—
when I see it pour, I suddenly smile,
for it has taken hostage not only the moon,
not only the moonlight,
but even the self-radiant sun itself…
Perhaps it too has its reasons…
Yes, perhaps it too has some reasons,
these forces that keep it apart from the earth…
Then by holding all captive, it pours,
just as I—at least in my imagination—
take you hostage
and keep pouring…
For both of us know only this—
to rain and to rain again,
to pour and pour…
Perhaps?
( translation of my marathi poem पाऊस)