Is it the rain
that trickles down my cheek?
Are the clouds
Dark in the sky too?
Accumulated rain
create an amoebic puddle
And the ripples
Pulsate like a heartbeat
It’s alive
It reflects
Sometimes the real
Sometimes the distorted
It’s just the ripple
Like a gruesome thought
That changes
My face in the puddle
I think I will wait
Till the ripples die down
For then I will see
The placid sky
And the seven faced rainbow
A wet street of Cochin
My Tales Within 