Mirage

This raindrop is special
As it reflects the sun
As it blackmails her
As much as it predicts its own fall
As and when it suits him
As if it were unaffected
As per the laws of the universe
As for this time and space.

The epiphany of his golden locks
is unafraid of being extinguished.
The diamonds of her veil,
are still terrified of sparkling.
Queer this camouflage is,
Which they seek in each other.