The fickle rain falls
in leisure,Drop by drop, a deluge
and back to the drops.And I sit in my
balcony, watching the clouds give such hay,Above the fragrant
mud and the smiling crops,And that’s how, starts
my day.Just when she comes,
to join me and the tender drops of rain,And with a pat on my
shoulder, begins to say…! “Sweetheart I love
you, the way you are,And with whatever you
have.Some men are just too
handsome,And some just too
sweet,Some are filthy rich
and others on the street.Some just care, while
some leave you in despair,Some are
understanding and some not withstanding,But you are none of
them…!.” The smile aglow on my
face, that was, abates,As I look back at
her, with myriad why’s?Our eyes meet and a
strange emotion surfaces,Amidst the look, that
is eye to eye.When she smiles, to
kiss on my hand,And with a tight
embrace, to declare, “You are just the
perfect blend of all those men,And that’s why, you
are and you will always be, my man.Remember!! I am with
you, whatever the circumstance may be,And my walk on the
road would be, incomplete,Without the sync of
your feet…” And the clouds roar monstrously
and almost instantly,The rain starts to
pour.To awaken me from
this false dream,‘Coz nor was such she
there, nor will ever be.As I sit in my
balcony, alone, watching the rain torrent,Smelling the
fragrance of the mud, and admiring the
flush green tress, in glee to live my day
in leisure,Drop by drop, a deluge
and back to the drops.And I sit in my
balcony, watching the clouds give such hay,Above the fragrant
mud and the smiling crops,And that’s how, starts
my day.Just when she comes,
to join me and the tender drops of rain,And with a pat on my
shoulder, begins to say…! “Sweetheart I love
you, the way you are,And with whatever you
have.Some men are just too
handsome,And some just too
sweet,Some are filthy rich
and others on the street.Some just care, while
some leave you in despair,Some are
understanding and some not withstanding,But you are none of
them…!.” The smile aglow on my
face, that was, abates,As I look back at
her, with myriad why’s?Our eyes meet and a
strange emotion surfaces,Amidst the look, that
is eye to eye.When she smiles, to
kiss on my hand,And with a tight
embrace, to declare, “You are just the
perfect blend of all those men,And that’s why, you
are and you will always be, my man.Remember!! I am with
you, whatever the circumstance may be,And my walk on the
road would be, incomplete,Without the sync of
your feet…” And the clouds roar monstrously
and almost instantly,The rain starts to
pour.To awaken me from
this false dream,‘Coz nor was such she
there, nor will ever be.As I sit in my
balcony, alone, watching the rain torrent,Smelling the
fragrance of the mud, and admiring the
flush green tress, in glee to live my day
