Release

A Walk down

a triple lane highway

A friend made

along the way

Oblivious to the

broken asphalt

a talk about forever dreams.

A thick sheer of clouds

heralding the onset of rain

the wind seems to be answering

billowing through the hair

leaving behind a whiff of scented air

a sign of the lurid drizzle by all means.

As the end of the road 

meets with the downpour

the head falls back 

as the drops caress

the contours of my face

carving curves as they slide off

ready for another chase.

I take it all in

as I stand there 

looking at the heavens

above around and within

so perfect so impeccable

how it untarnishes every thought

and every particle it leavens.

Summer Rain

Not the smell of the earth,
Not the silent trickle,
The rain brings with it
the open and free mind
full of dreams and
their gentle tinkle.

Sometimes heralded
sometimes broken.

A fresh new start
or a dead end,
A raging fury
or joy. Splendid.

Complicated as the summer rain,
emotions get notched in.
Mingled with wrath there's
a bubbling happiness.

Sometimes expressed
sometimes hidden.

Look..

It rained last night..

it brought back the plight
the plight of the sight.

Sight of the drops of rain

which settle at the leaves

and slide down to fall on my face.

I feel them & their touch

the cool reaches my heart

makes me love

 my life..

 They fall harder..

I step out from under the tree

with a wish to feel free.

Everything goes dry

the moment i hit a stone

& say,

"excuse me.."

The plight begins and the sight ends

when I hear..

can't u see..???

I go back

under the tree

with a wish..

a wish that I could see

the raindrops settle at the leaves

& slide down to fall

on my face

just standing under the tree....

It's a small world!!!!!

When the world thinks

they sleep & they rest

they seem so alive

and at their best..

as their leaves

rustle and move

the sound sounds

like "yaee..."

they seem to whisper

"At such a time when

the sun is down

and the stars shine

when i should be

deep in sleep

when the owls perched on me

they fly,

if i can be so alive..

if i can smile..

what's wrong

with you there..

who chooses this rainy night

to wipe away your falling tears..???"

"oh dear tree..

it's this night that makes me

cry..

or i feel like it

maybe i am crying

or it seems like it..!!

it's the raindrops,o generous soul

which fall & slide down

my face

they are much too many

to fall down

i am just increasing the space.!!"