An old man in the rain

Nothing feels more liberating,

Than a walk in the rain.

For beings like me,

It’s a detour from the living pain.

The experience is more beautiful,

In nights like these,

When the pour down is heavy,

And light flickers in the breeze.

Such nights make me feel young,

And create memories of a time that never was.

I roam the roads like a hero,

Acknowledging the patter as applause.

I come back to reality,

As I see a woman rushing under a shed.

I have grown old,

Reminds me, this umbrella I hold over my head.

An epiphany about an epitaph

To all the smart people of this world,
An epitaph is what I wish I could write for you,
Only If you wished so,
I respect feelings, I do.

Interested ones should know,
How to reach me,
Strangers need not take the pain,
And just let things, be.

You! Yes you, my friend,
Your wish I shall oblige,
Your epitaph I wish the world reads,
In a book that I someday might write.

At thirty, I move on afresh,
The baggages be yours,
I feel for you, bound by limits,
But I have charted a new course.

I wish you the luck,
Whether you accept it or not,
But if you are not a part of the plan,
Your "god" is all you've got.