rain is not my enemy

Rain is not my enemy,

it is not my friend either.

Rain is like that long forgotten memory,

which scathe my wounds even deep.

Its like that old friend that tells you,

what happened to your girl back home,

and you sink in deep trenches of dolor.

No, rain is not my friend or foe,

Its just that the sound of each falling 

perfectly round shaped water droplets,

reminds of a piece of me which, 

I left at home.

 

So, I pray it to rain,

Not because I have disdain for the sun

But I like to scratch my wounds more

So that I keep myself mindful

Of what I once had and now I have not.

But still rain is not my friend 

But I don't hate it either.

in the night

Days are tough but I pass them anyhow

But nights are unbearable,

'cause nights comes with the agony

Of your parting.

And the images of you with me

Ran in my mind and deepen the wound

Of separated love.

Though I sleep after so many tries

Then comes the nightmare which

Hounds me till I woke, soaked

In sweat and scream like

Someone has speared my sore heart.

All the night I stay awake and

I ask questions to the walls of the room

And to me 

Why did you left?

No one answers neither the walls nor me 

Maybe we both don't know,

Or you forbid us to know.

One day

You vanished like you never existed

like you never lied beside me in this bed

And I stood their

Waiting and waiting and waiting

But you never came

But these sleepless night did

And now here I am,

Weeping and depluming my hair

At the mid night.

Hoping your stone heart will melt

And someday you'll come back.

don't be sad

Do not become jealous of him

If he has a company 

Maybe he was unhappy as you

Yesterday, when you were not seeing him.

Nothing is permanent nor your loneliness,

You can be happy and make others happy.

And you can wait till God bestows

A companion to you.

Believe in Fate and my friend

Please don't be sad.

grassland and you

Looking at your beautiful face

Is like looking at a grassland.

The landscape of grassland which have

A brook running through it.

The plane smooth land with green grass

Is like your pink cheek smooth and lovely.

The water in your eyes

Is just like the water in the river.

Your chattering and talking

Is as exquisite as the babbling of the river.

Birds look at you in amazement when

You chuckle and giggle in between

Talking with me.

The sun hides itself behind the clouds

When it sees the light of your face.

I only want one thing in life,

To sit in the grassland and 

Stare at your face until the sun fades

And moon arrives.

Then we go to our small hut

Which is built on the side of grassland

From where the brook ran.

when we meet

When we meet

I will ask you the reason

You left me alone

And where were you all these days

I was crying for you

The world seem colourless

The birds sing no more to me.

Just meet me once

I will ask you

words

When I saw you last night

My love for you begin to burgeon

But I don't know if you love me or not

Because I don't have any affluence.

If I couldn't marry you, my life

Will become wretched.

The upheaval of my love for you

Made me squalor day by day.

The confine on meeting you

Lits a profound ache in my heart.

My love for you is conspicuous

You can clearly see it.

But my soul ached because you 

Neglect despite of knowing 

My love.

Your exquisite voice 

Like honey dropping from your lips

Make me submissive to your commands.

You are prudent because you think of future,

I do not because I've lost my mind and

And I'm in love with you.

Your shaftness left me distraught,

You thought of me as obnoxious,

But believe me I love you more than I can.

You're staid and I love it that way,

And you should have to avoid discretion

And tell me clearly,

Whether you love me or not.

with you

I and you

Sitting on the grassy land

I speak something

And you cackle

You glittering voice

Wet in your laughter

Makes me wet from inside.

dab

When this place haunts me

And snatches my peace away.

I clasp your soft hand

And bury my head 

Into your bosoms

Your vacuous hand dab me

On my dusty head.

looking for you

When I'm sad

I seek you

You're the comfort

That the farmer feels

When he irrigates his crop.

melody

You voice like a flowing river, unstoppable babble

Like a melody of piano

Fill my ear with honey.

You're the violin and you're 

The guitar.

Times were there when

I cross oceans in a jump

Just to listen your talk,

Your giggling 

And your putting hand on your 

Mouth.

Just wins my heart

A thousand times.

green sky

Has the sky turned green?

Or the heath become blue,

Is skylarks swimming deep in oceans?

Or the fishes flying high in the sky,

I shall part you

When all these will happen.

please

Please don't kill me

I will kill myself

What else can I do when 

She is not here 

Life has meaning no more

These blue skies and green gardens

Means nothing to me.

The happiness of this

Was here when she was here.

The starts lost their shining

Since she left.

Sun hasn't left with that heat

Which he posses in her presence,

The daffodils scent smell no more.

I'll kill myself 

Please dont you dare

Kill me.

winter times

Winter is here

Everything is covered under
The big white blanket.

Cool air touches my bare arms
and a shivering ran down my spine,

like electricity runs in a wire.

Trees are cover under fog

Green leaves I can hardly see

The boulevard is wet and 

The wet smell of soil

blesses my soul.

I walk alone 

through the soupy fog

When micro droplets of

Icy mist kiss my cheek and 

I smile.

I love it.

I walk alone smelling and feeling.

I wish the winter stays

and bless me even more.