Monday, 30 May 2011


Drops, Droplets ...
Far away... monsoon showers... fragrance of creation, of damp soil caressing seeds, pitter patter drops... and my side of the earth is all wet yet thirsty, even more... as the time goes by there is strange feeling of contentment and craving... contrast yet true... yearning for more drops amid shower is strange, it fills your heart and also tear you apart... as a droplet kiss you, hug you, flatter with unconditional stream of love...and when you immerse in their magic, its fulfilling and when the earth dries up after drops bid adieu, its a void, the same that existed before....every joy is momentary then why grief is prolonged?????

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