Rain

Rain~
In your shelter,After walking on your drops..

on soft grasses ,

I surrender myself
to you
forever.
-leaf.

The rain just stands apart from everything.But right now as i see everything being washed away by the drops.As i see the splashes breaking away the mirrors in my eyes.Am not sure if i will stay or not.Still nothing stops me from falling in love with the rain again and again...

Rain

Rain~
In your shelter,After walking on your drops..
on soft grasses ,
I surrender myself
to you
forever.
-leaf.

The rain is something that stands apart from everything else in my life..But right now as i see everything being washed away by the drops..As i see the splashes breaking away the mirrors in my eyes....Am not sure if i will stay or not....Still nothing stops me from falling in love with the rain again and again...

Alone.

I walk down the road, and my footprints are so alone.
i wish to be rude with those who care, who love.
neither they do deserve my mood swings,
nor do i deserve the love.
i need no attachments,no love, no care.
all I wish is to be alone.
Am tired actually,tired of searching those
footprints that makes me whole.
I want no more.
Missing a lot of people.
missing ..

Life.

Live life as it comes.
what if I replace 'live' with 'leave'.
Both will mean the same?

Tear.

Tear~
how can some people take something from
you that you don't want to give?

People should stop making others cry,be it happy or sad.
At present,I want to be alone.
all alone.

My lady

Last eight nights,
like some petals of
a folded rose,
saved in a notebook,
i lied near her.

As two strings coupled,
my heartbeats
that never echoed,
were scrabbled
on her pages,
just like a
distant sad song
of the reaper
that died long ago.

If it was just
the ashes,
Then what brought
back life into
that rose
which died
decade before?

if there was
a thorn earlier,
then why did
my lady
shed a tear
to make me whole?


the rose has bloomed from the dead petals
and is alive now.Does it means,it has
to go away from the notebook,
leave away her home? for if you ask her,
she prefers to be just
broken petals rather.

If you say the rose is alive? why kill it again? why ask her to leave that notebook which was always her home?

tied

will keep everyone safe here.