They seem to play with such glee.
Wanton abandon bereft in their souls
Not a care in the world…
Their laughter fills the skies
Mocking at our slavery! Our binding!
The bright dazzling streaks of light…
Calling me unto their fold!
Moth like my soul rises to meet them.
Oh! What bliss to join their lovely dance!
Dried up soul, thirsty for love,
reminiscences filling every moment!
It was raining that day too! The day
When love had rained so in the fields of my heart!
The hairy black clouds, the tinkling laughter
The dazzling bright eyes, the innocent abandon,
How enchanting she looked! How playful!!
The earth so thirsty is lapping up the drops,
Oh! How blessed it is, How Lucky!
Every rainy day burns me more
The thirst lingers on… for that lovely day!
When love rained… for the same sight… the same night!!!
– Praveen !