It has been raining
All over my promises
All over my soul
all over my imaginations
all over my love
all over my dreams.

Yesterday one of my friends
put a full stop to his life
I was sure that one day he will end his life
But this happened much early.
What was his problem?
For god’s sake I don’t know
In his suicide note it was written
“my dreams are wet”
What does that mean
Is everyone’s dream dry?

His house was crowed with cries
Whispers gathered around.
When I glared at his frozen face
I saw a room unoccupied was there
It was the room of his existence, now vacant
I don’t know what his dreams were
But I knew some of them
When I saw him for the last time
He was very calm and quiet
He said-love is a trap
After a week he mixed his life with poison

The imagination of his death
was a nightmare for me
There is nothing in this world
Which can put instead of suicide?
Death is a question mark
But a suicide is an open ended question.

When one’s dreams are wet
They kill themselves
Better to keep one’s dreams dry.