They say they love the rain,
For me, it’s just a pain…
That too the pouring without season,
To abhor rain, it gives me a bigger reason…
But there were days when I used to badly wait for monsoons,
My small fingers in wait to touch the droplets and globules…
Days when I had time to sit and enjoy its beauty,
When I used to wait to get drenched in its purity…
Where had those beautiful days gone?
Why don’t I wait to get drenched anymore?
I want to know about my sudden hatred towards rain,
Is it because it forces me to be confined in my home?
Or because of the darkness of these clouds,
Pouring like crazy and thundering so loud…
I feel they are here to take some revenge,
But what is it that they are so desperate to avenge…
Or is it the sky crying so hard,
Shedding its tears and roaring so hard…
I just want my beautiful sun back,
That brings a smile in my day’s rack…
Am I thinking too pessimistic about the rain?
Why am I only imagining tears, revenge and pain?
May be the sky sent these clouds as a messenger,
To bless our earth and take away all the pain and tensions…
I don’t know what the pouring is all about,
I just want my sun back which is hidden behind these clouds…
I feel like tearing this blanket of vapors, smoke and haze,
I just want the brightness and sunshine to clear this maze…
And then will come the beautiful rainbow,
Spreading the seeds of happiness to be sowed…
How much I love to see this amazing combination,
Of brightness, vividness, radiance and brilliance…
But I still hate the drizzling and rain,
For me its still the pain!
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