Watering my Sunflowers

It is dark and cloudy, the rain is arrested behind as if paused in fear of the obvious

Every now and then a drop forms , recedes back merges into the subtle waters

Between the wind and the thundering a drop somehow manages to form

It has been in wait too long, the two dark clouds touch each other let a drop fall

The drop glistens in the moon light, as if it is of pristine beauty 

It is not beautiful, and it knows too as it gently hangs on, waiting to let go

As it let goes, a sigh escapes my lips, it calls your name as my tear drops 

Splattering on my hand gripping the railing of my balcony, breaking into shards

Each for a broken piece of my heart, that you never seem to see

I feel a torrential downpour from the dark and heavy eye lids

They blink, watering the sunflowers in my ledge garden, being of some use

After all

Love!

Maybe love

But 

I

Hey

Good Night dear wind in my lungs

It is easier to breathe, when its your fragrance

And now they are memories, of the beautiful storm

That never pauses now

Breathe, try to, waiting, broken, shattered

Over and again