You, the smoky white droplets of the south west monsoon,
Pause a while, before you hurry to cross places and country sides...
Whom do you meet on your way that sometimes you become
calm and sometimes aggressive? Why do you huddle your pace
as if you're on a mission, and then suddenly lower your pace? What do you
murmur with the hobnobber thunder that sometimes
he laughs aloud, and sometimes just smile with a flash?
What makes you mettlesome that you let yourself chuckle
and suddenly downcast at times, then howl and finally a wail?
When do you ask your companion gale to accompany you, is it when
you feel lonely or when you keep your vengeance mode on?
Why do you switch country sides, is it to bless each or just that
you love to change your travelling gown? What makes you stay
here for long, is it that you love to stay or just to fill the granaries?
What vow do you take when you quit, is it to clear the dust and dirt
every time it accumulates in mass?
Would you once drop in swiftly to pacify the bleak soul of mine
with the fresh and cool bland touch of yours? Like The Phoenix
the lost spirits in me needs the frozen warmth of your hands.
Shall I keep the door of my heart open to receive you once you drop in?
Reading and writing is my passion. Philosophy, gender, Fiction, Mystery,Education, Thriller,I prefer these genres. But I must admit I am not a prolific writer. Just that I want to express and feel myself. Honest comments are heartily welcome.
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