The rain

Incessant rain

this morning,

a morning you feel dismal,

a morning to bring

the memory of old faces,

a morning of some warm passion,

a morning of "Mia ki mallhar",

a little hope

and some trembling pain,

this is the morning

when one holds your face

in his palm and

puts his lips on yours

and say " I love you".

And You?

Rain outside

you sit by the window

gave leave to your mind,

The mind travels far and wide.

You made me lonely

in this dark cloudy morning,

incessant rain outside,

But dont you know my darling,

In such mornings,silent desires

flicker like the fire flies ?