YOU ARE AN ART !!

Falling down from heaven
Flowing to a side to pool up
Between you kiss my cheeks
Refresh all my lost senses

You are not the same to everyone
To some you are precious
To some you are a disaster
To me, you are my best friend

You bring me a sweet smile
You dont show off my tears
Your tiniest form is a joy
Your presence I always Enjoy

You are an art, you are a song
You are a beauty, you are a charm
You are not often there
But still, you are special

Dear Rain Drop,
My heart falls open when I stand in you
I feel no sorrow I feel no pain,
I feel so complete when I am with you..!!!

Lets Get Drenched-

Today it Rained heavily. The smell of the wet earth, the sudden lush greenness that jumps out of its hiding, the rhythm of the rain drops, the umbrella flowers and raincoats, the dirty puddles of mud – rain has always been the very essence of life to me. I always wondered why can’t people just for a while get lost in the chaos and get drenched. May be, they are too much forgotten in their own life that they easily miss to see the bliss of beauty around them.


Once one of my friends asked “what’s so special about getting drenched in the rain?”


I was simply not able to find the right words to describe the feeling to her.

What happens to a kid when he is given such a lot of beautiful wrapped gifts that he is not able to decide what to open first? He would be bouncing with all the joy in the world. What happens to a congenitally blind guy (blind from birth) if he is given his sight? He simply wouldn’t have enough eyes to see all the loveliness in the world for the first time.


The same happens to me in the rain.


There cannot be any more poetism than the world in a shower. There cannot be any more a symbol of purity and virginity than the world after the dance of rain. The wet road gleaming inviting to the foot of the dreamer, the fallen flowers and leaves on them, a Picasso or Renault I would say and the blooming flowers in trees still dripping wet, the drenched walls with the water arts of rain on them, the willowy sun slowly blooming out, its rays so slant that it seems like its bowing to the rain’s performance, the air hugging you as it passes so pure in its earnestness like a kid saying to her parents her first learnt rhyme and finally like a girl so spontaneous in love that she blushes on seeing her guy, comes out the rainbow raining again on the spectators a plethora of colors.

Now again I to ask “Are you going to miss all this sitting in the monochromity of your home?”

May be you can enjoy the same rain from the safety of your home.

But hello….wait Am I hearing you right? Are you refusing first row stadium tickets to see your favorite star’s foot ball match to see the same on television? Dude you must be seriously nuts. Come on I am waiting……


“Let’s get drenched”

I WANT TO BE .....

I would want to be, a rainy day,

When little children, come out and play,

With many a smile, not a sorrow,

Rain on them joys, a better tomorrow.

When little rivers, begin to flow,

For little paper boats, to race afloat,

To clean the air, of so much dust,

What the wind can’t do, with a powerful gust.

When farmers have sown, they call me,

To shower on seeds, that gives food aplenty,

That saves a life, from dying of drought,

I want to be, the rain they sought.

When lakes and wells,dry in summer heat,

To make them full, they I must meet,

To give the water,when it is needed most,

To give the hope, when all seems lost.

When gardens dry, scorched by the sun,

To nourish them back, I am the one,

The sun can shine, after I go,

As after the rain, does come the rainbow.

Heat of summer, or winter chill,

Beautiful spring,or autumn still,

Rather than these, I really must say,

What I really want to be, is a rainy day.