“The fragrance of the wet mud, seized my attention, as the raindrops were too subtle to be perceived,
And cardinally my hands folded the sheet into a boat, this was imperative to complete a rainy day, my heart believed.”Simi
” The evening was dark and it was pouring, he struggled to see the street ahead,
It was getting cold and hazy, as if to nowhere the road lead.
At that moment, appeared a stranger, miraculously enough to confuse,
As always God had sent someone, he never leaves us abandoned in our blues.”Simi
“He had the faith when it was cold and wet, he believed, he was secure,
The vulnerable being was sheltered always, ’cause his trust was genuine and pure.”
As i see the clouds, scattered in the sky..
I am amazed at their efforts, each time they pass by.
For some they are apprehension, for some romantically bright..
To me they are the darks, trying to turn light.
For they carry the water, with a roar, all the way..
And sprinkle the droplets, wherever they may.
They are peaceful and serene once their task is done.
But till the work is over, they wait for none.
Jhoomte mor, lehrate ped aur saundhi si khushbu se aaj jab meri need khuli..
To barbas hi bus ek chah iss mann se nikali..
Kaash ki ye baarish insaan ko bhi paak kar jaati..
Phir hum se bhi mitti ki si khushbu aati..!