Angelee Deodhar

Monsoon

One year older … thoughts all over the place … missing his voice … he would email my friends that it was my birthday and I would get messages from all over the world … now face book provides the same information and scores of messages pour into my mailbox … yet that one voice is forever silenced.

If I could near it just once … I would abseil from the clouds away from this hell of loneliness …

open window…
the sound of that first drop
filling another