26/12

Towards the sky goes the water

gets a blow and again falls back,

then the sky forms a rainbow

you can see or never look back...

     the sweet fragrance of the rains

     the unheard melody it contains

     reminds me of all the pleasures of life

     listening to songs with a carnal delight...

after the rain has stopped its play

a sheet of water covers the road

the smell of wet rain in its place,

itself has a magical story untold...

     the rhythm of the water, when it falls on the roof

     the untouched raincoat hanging on the hook

     the smell of fries from the kitchen

     can i please get one more piece of chicken?...

the sweet evening with the family

is an evening hard to find

the rain brings us together

and makes it all so divine...

     all this is fine for a day or two

     what would i say if i were you?

     the rain is gone-

     and so are the memories formed by it

     one more page of the photo album,

     and was that just it?...

the night of terror found its way,

the advent of tsunami, as you people say-

destroyed the happy moments of yesterday

only i was left alone with the memories..- 

         which i suppose wasn't really gay.........