I think I will miss
This and that and them
The slow start to a day
The jog to reach on time
The nameless faces on the streets
The coming back to everyday
And everyday
Must be every day,
A dot on my forehead
Yes, the one that I don't wear
Often, at night
I wonder how it would be
To leave all the memories
Made, and the in-between
Of memory-making that is
His story and her story
And their story
A where story
A when story
A how story
A why story

I think I will miss the rain.

In the heart of chaos,
there lies a stillness
Like that river
Waiting to be crossed
Slowly
The leaf falls
Waters rise
Silence remains