Friday, December 21, 2007
It rains, when you sit besides me;
And the rain poured down as unperceived music.
The dazzle hiding and lurking in your eyes
Tells me, clouds of the monsoon
Hovers over us, like a blanket.
Where is the tumult of the thunder?
That always comes late,
Though born together, with flashes of lightning.
Your smile, feeling my heart throbs
Is searching an answerto it.
The molten swarthy rock, of reminiscence
Cleft opened, and poured forth its water;
And inundated my eyes,that has now formed
In to a tear drop..
The storm weakened into a breeze,
Sat on your hair, embracing you in coy meekness.
Again, the rain turns into a silent music,
And only you realized, the thunder as my heart beat..