Raindrops and Panes

I was sitting by the window..the window which has a red pane..and everything outside it seems like a green lake with lots of blue and gold fishes swimming across the blur..I’m talking about the lake..it reflects the sky like pieces of broken glass splattered with mud..tinged brown..old..I look through that pane many a times a day.. I don’t really enjoy..its all part of the game..the game I named “error”..

The error is factious..blue in parts and pale yellow, the colour of molten gold at the end. I love caressing her and calling her beautiful..She never leaves me alone..almost like this solitude that I’ve surrendered to. She’s nice too..though sometimes a bit cruel.She makes me smile at tears and cry with

laughter..Now, isn’t that strange??

I know the raindrops by their pitter patter on my roof..They annoy me because they annoy my solitude and Error too at times..They like staying quiet and those cold drops of endless tears raining from the strips of blue above disturb them.. those droplets touched me sometimes..and whispered to my heart..and it sang in joy..I felt the reigning dance of the mists on the hidden palls of eve..drenching them in peace..I was afraid of the raindrops..they awoke in me warmth dat I had given away to the dark world..they made me feel different almost human again..I was scared Solitude might be irked..and Error sad at my abandonment..They had been friends so long..I was scared of losing them while trying to gather some idle fancies..raindrops..mists..hail..

I shut the window..the same..with the red pane..with the green lake outside gleaming under the risen sun as it shook its moist cloak in bronze light..the raindrops were no more..I had driven them away..brushing their fragrance from my soul..did I have one?? Solitude was happy..so was Error.. And me…???

I tried to be…