Why is it that what I understand, You don't understand, what You understand I don't understand and by the time I understand You understand Me.... Its no more worth Understanding.. why?
It is only in such randomness that we find words to put down our most indomitable thoughts.. and as we jot them down on a surface we feel the spirit of being.. and the power of expression..
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
A wet wet day .. as the water touches the ground
and swirls along the soil..
An old colour of mine breaks through the prism of the rain
and reminds me how
It's been long since I soaked till I croaked..
It's been so long since the last smiley made on the misty glass
Long since I last grinned back at the happy grass
A wet wet day.. as the clouds are busy gifting ..
A wet wet day .. as they in the sky keep shifting..
Oh yes it's been so long since I played with a drop on the window sill
Listening to the rainy insects with a humm so still
I long to be again the girl
who wide- eyed saw her first shower spell
and squealed as she believed it was magic that fell
I long to be again the girl
who splashed into the puddles with her tiny toes
As mummy made her sing
"rain rain come again.." pleading it never ever to go..
Its been long.. as that season of my being poured away
been long since that girl looked up and soared away..
But again its a wet wet day .. See! the peacocks are still dancing..
and there! my memories stand and smile at me glancing .
:)
and swirls along the soil..
An old colour of mine breaks through the prism of the rain
and reminds me how
It's been long since I soaked till I croaked..
It's been so long since the last smiley made on the misty glass
Long since I last grinned back at the happy grass
A wet wet day.. as the clouds are busy gifting ..
A wet wet day .. as they in the sky keep shifting..
Oh yes it's been so long since I played with a drop on the window sill
Listening to the rainy insects with a humm so still
I long to be again the girl
who wide- eyed saw her first shower spell
and squealed as she believed it was magic that fell
I long to be again the girl
who splashed into the puddles with her tiny toes
As mummy made her sing
"rain rain come again.." pleading it never ever to go..
Its been long.. as that season of my being poured away
been long since that girl looked up and soared away..
But again its a wet wet day .. See! the peacocks are still dancing..
and there! my memories stand and smile at me glancing .
:)
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