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something i was expecting last summer evening, you and the rain. the fragrance of earth showered with first drops of rain brought back childhood adventures in rain-jungles. the always mysterious boundaries set around a magnificent sunset never changes with age. then it was all gone, and you reached out to me. and the rest of the day was filled with jokes and laughter. those memories will haunt many ages, and then those too will wither away.

evening rain

my rendezvous with you. this life does not fail to reach and touch every single day. in those moments, it expands, fills space with passion to live. and you wake up everyday, to watch the first sunrise then to call me. days melt into night, same poetry resonates a new meaning every new day. your eyes, your passion lives in me.

love

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Jeevan said…
sounds like a poem to me :)

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for, its during the rainy seasons
when we sit admiring
the cool breeze and wandering droplets
we realize we are admiring the beauty of loneliness
from afar, of you and me

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