Elly Grey

Rain always brings out beautiful things, whether they be flowers, greener grass or clarity.

 This soft rain and lost in thoughts of you. 

 The lazy, dreamy conversations we would have here, over cups of tea and namak paras, would be so good.  I'd then ask you to grab something sweet from the kitchen and you'd go and get some biscuits.  I'd dip the biscuits carefully into my tea and eat them, and you'd continue to tell me stories.  Yes, that's all I'd want.  Warmth, sweetness and a lullaby with you, sitting in a cool, fragrant breeze on a lazy afternoon. 

 The secret art behind holding hands.  The way their fingers intertwine with yours.  The way their thumb sits on yours.  The way there's a slight pressure, urgency and pull.  The secret language that exists without any words spoken. 

 I can be sad or try to be happier.  I can think that I'm sinking in sorrows or I can face the sun. 

Ghosts have come to play today. They are whispering in my ear and telling me to believe what they say.  They are pulling me under the water because they know I'll let go and want to drown.  They know I'm thinking too much, remembering too much.  They are cruel because they torment a bruised heart. 

Every moment away from you feels like bitter, cold air. The days are blurred and my nights ache, without you. And this silence between us has so much to say.