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Raindrops by Kunjal Saraswat
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Raindrops
Kunjal Saraswat
Raindrops shine under warm lights.
I notice it for the first time
As I sit here—
Two hours deep
Into this night
With the rain.
Well, not just the rain.
It brings its companions:
Thunder,
Lightning,
Showers,
And storms.
Tonight, it’s a stormy rain.
The wind is wild,
And the glass of my balcony shutters
Shudders under its weight.
I sip my coffee
And keep penning my poetry—
This one is about sorrow,
About giving up,
About the reality of life:
Death.
Behind me, the music swells.
The rain’s pattering grows louder,
And the glass keeps trembling.
My window
Is not strong enough
To protect me.
It doesn’t know
That I write
What I accept in life.
I’m a writer.
I don’t need protection.
A simple hole in the ground
Is enough for my sleep.
The trembling stops.
A smile creeps onto my face,
As if I know
What comes next.
The glass shatters.
Large shards fly toward me,
Pricking my legs
One after another
Until the whole pane
Is embedded in my flesh.
Still, my pen glides smoothly
Across the page.
My coffee
Is still warm enough to drink.
I’m vulnerable now—
To the storm,
To the ache.
Lying here,
Wrapped in warm lights.
Penning my poetry
and having coffee
With large pricks
embedded in my flesh.
I feel dizzy
As blood flows down my beige sofa
The stain will last forever.
As I reach the final line,
My pen gives out—
No more ink.
And I do
What any writer would do:
Leave behind a masterpiece.
I grab my inkpot,
Take a feather,
And dip it
Into my soaking blood.
If the stain remains,
Let it mark my diary too.
I finish my poem.
The last line reads:
“For as long as it takes,
I shall wait
For my beloved—
My demise—
With a smile.”
The feather slips
From my lazy hand.
And as I shut my eyes,
I notice the rain again—
And for the first time,
I realize:
Raindrops shine under warm lights.
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