Not a man of his words, this time.

Tonight he breaks,
The promises he clinged on to.
He has made a new one,
Come what may, he will see it through.

Intoxicated this God is,
But that makes this moment no less divine.
The world takes whatever it deserves,
I take what is mine.

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.