Rain, everything will be scrubbed in ruminations,
well lit, a new path will be agape,
the story of yesterday will be flown away,
move like house of sunshine,
this venture is like a supine,
this turn is benign.
Sometimes, the canopy of pain leaks,
we remember old craving,
but new clouds dance and rain,
they kiss the forehead with catena of drops,
its time to get drenched in
a new weather which is standing nearby,
its a small,but big joy...
On how high branches are moments of happiness,
Still we bounced and plucked the aura,
we were things of glass and we fell,
then we went out to rejoin and unite again,
far, at the shingle of river,
life sends cues,
there is liquid sunshine everywhere...
well lit, a new path will be agape,
the story of yesterday will be flown away,
move like house of sunshine,
this venture is like a supine,
this turn is benign.
Sometimes, the canopy of pain leaks,
we remember old craving,
but new clouds dance and rain,
they kiss the forehead with catena of drops,
its time to get drenched in
a new weather which is standing nearby,
its a small,but big joy...
On how high branches are moments of happiness,
Still we bounced and plucked the aura,
we were things of glass and we fell,
then we went out to rejoin and unite again,
far, at the shingle of river,
life sends cues,
there is liquid sunshine everywhere...
No comments:
Post a Comment