Its raining here in heaven today,
that little place in my head;
Its raining so hard over my shoulders,
between my sheets I play dead.
The lights are out and the sun has set,
in this cave of mine where I rest;
Its dark and red inside my eyes,
where the thorns from my heart have made their nest.
It was bright just this morning,
in moments the gloom had set,
with the speed of dark, a vocal thought,
my rain had drenched me wet.
And I don’t feel so good now,
I’ll hide till my sunshine returns,
with a smile on her face and a gleam in her eyes,
and my heart that slowly burns.
By: Viraj Belgaonkar