A quickie, after stealing(or got inspired) a friend's status message...........



Settled in now,

Green grass color my eyes,

Sun lying low,

Bleeding gold through blue skies,

Wishing time would never crawl by here....



Here right where I belong,

Floating into hopes' door,

Humming every dream's song,

None left to cry for.

Time! wish it never crawls by here.



Forgetting love's frost,

Memories spooling out a smile,

In fantasy's lull I am lost,

Eluding away to this dreamy isle.

TIme! wish it never crawls by here.

RainDrop

When a person breaks away from the society, from the consistent and mundane existence he lives in, I think he becomes the lost raindrop that falls during the scorching heat before the thundering monsoons. He falls first crashing into the blowing heat, maybe vaporised on its way, but lost to all, alone.


The Raindrop.

No heaven knows,

of a raindrop lost,

through the silence,

into the solitude.

Birthed itself betimes,

from a burning charring cloud,

of desiccated dreams and stagnant thoughts,

Diving into a rushing future ,through qualm mists.

Emotions not colored by rainbows,

No ears to hear it spatter,

reminding the grey aging land,

of a approaching fragrance, intoxicating .

Yet lost to light, lost to faith,

Lost to affection, lost to love,

For we can't see,

A Raindrop cry.