Wild Rains

No one anymore speaks about wild rains
real wild black rains, rains with fire
Of women, wild wicked women.

No one ever spoke of a candy cover
The aesthetics of a Beedi pack

No one ever speaks about
Worn out tea stalls
Of rustic old stainless steel tumblers

I love them
They are a world into themselves
A deep gorge where your feelings will not be enough.

No one ever spoke to me of anything
anything thats worth living a life
something beautiful and meaningless