Events in life come and go,
Leave memories as pages in books.
Imprinted thoughts to be read again,
In library of rooms of solitude.
When it rains and the rainbow I see,
Hopes of reuniting grow.
Raindrops are felt under open skies,
And sorrow rains in rooms with roof.
Memories of parents, wife and children,
Pics and videos are there, its true .
But I hesitate to look at them,
For they give pangs of heart ache too.
Its then I realize the depth in words,
That love can give pain too.
For I love so much it hurts, it hurts,
As I get drenched in rains of solitude.