Showing posts with label poem season. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem season. Show all posts

Monday, March 20, 2006

The Rains...

Love the rains we've been experiencing here in delhi...there's something incredibly romantic about rains and the fragrance of wet earth...the cool breeze...and the feeling of rain drops on my face...

Winter or spring?
Neither
It’s the rains that
Make my heart sing

You wove dreams for me

Of rains 

and love
passionate...wild
You lit a fire within me

Rains and you

Will always be synonymous
But our love so true
Will remain anonymous

Forever true

Forever you


Winter or spring?
Neither
It’s the rains that
Make my heart sing

Being Me...

I find myself swinging.  Not on a playground swing.  Not high on dope. But on life.  Swinging into extremes... One minute I ...