Does it not happen enough times,
You stand out in the rain
and realize you rely on it too much
You could be far off munching in,mountains
and their gleaming backs of green,
feeling the earth splay as its urban jungles flood,
but You will go inside and come out
when it is loud enough to not hear yourself speak,
A couple of raindrops,during this time
will have slid across a telephone wire,
and crashed to the ground,together
at the point of the slightest break,
but ofcourse no point has been made here..
You stand out in the rain
and realize you rely on it too much
You could be far off munching in,mountains
and their gleaming backs of green,
feeling the earth splay as its urban jungles flood,
but You will go inside and come out
when it is loud enough to not hear yourself speak,
A couple of raindrops,during this time
will have slid across a telephone wire,
and crashed to the ground,together
at the point of the slightest break,
but ofcourse no point has been made here..
Those of us whose storms continually rage internally will always find the rain. If there is none, our own tears will recreate what isn't. It is the melancholy way. You've put it beautifully. There is not point to be made because it just is who we are. We is. Storm.
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ReplyDeletei feel there is little need to make any point to oneself..If that is needed then you have not been yourself for a while...
harkuch bhai . . best de diya ..
ReplyDeletedhanyawaad bhai...kahan gayab ho gaye wapas aane pe aap
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