Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Again it rains...



It rains as to cleanse my soul
The dirt on my heart is fleshed out
Clear all the grudges of my own
Relieving the memoirs of the past
It seems to dissect the losses of the lost
When I thought I am left alone
In a chamber filled of the ghostly eyes
It rains to soothe my inwardly sight
It gives me strength to stand on the mud
And slips when there is no one to clung
The droplets move inside my dress
Blossom the inward self I possess
I move towards the new path of life
Somebody holding me just too tight!

A wave of thunder rushed below my feet
I want this to behest me
 Forever I may need,
The rains make me understand
The purest being I was, when innocent
It shines on my eyes like the first dew
The new bride I am beginning to be
This monsoon I want to cry,
Cry to be able to laugh again……