Thursday, September 2, 2010


With a grain and drop you stand
Your head suddenly wrapped in a pall
Hurt gnaws at your heart
Tiny droplets nestle in your eyes
And just when it starts to descend...
You hear your name being called
Light filters into your eyes
And you realize...
Still beside your beloved you lie!


The sun has long retired
The night's curtains drawn
Moon's taken refuge
In the tufts of cloud
The lonely rain falling
To remind of life that goes on...
The folds of your bed await
Your pillow a distant land promises
So clamber up to your bed my friend
And see if...
In the promised land am there?