Monday, May 30, 2011


Press your face against the window pane
and listen to the pitter-patter
of the raindrops

Carve your name on the misty window
and look through the clear glass
at the raindrops

Watch the streams trickling down
and watch your name dissolving
in the raindrops

Open the windows wide
and spread out your hands to feel
the raindrops

Go, run, stand in the balcony
lift your face and feel the touch
of the raindrops

Look at the rivulets, the natural drains,
the streets overflowing
with raindrops

Get washed, get fresh, get lost
in the memory lane, travelling
with the raindrops...