I love rains. Not because of the aroma of the decent droplets.. Not because of the pitter-patter sounds of the playful puddles. Not because of the sweet touch of the melody on the skins...
I love rains because at least the sky is there to give a company to my tears....
Rains are just like the long lost desires... the unfulfilled dreams... the unaccomplished destiny... Every droplet of rains seems closer... very closer. But every effort to touch it, possess it... goes in vain.... Just like dreams.... always in heart but deprived of being in front of the eyes.... Just like a glass window... millions of raindrops on other side seem reachable but never to come in possession.... And even if i try to trap the rains in my hands... it flows away from my hands..... just like my dreams yearning to flow away through my tears....
I love rains... Rains are contagious epidemic... I love rains and run after it. I get wet and fall ill. Just like my dreams...I chase my dreams...Some of which get fulfilled leaving me to aspire for more.... Just like the rains. To get wet, fall ill and still a desperation for more....
Rains are rains. Rains are life. Rains are necessary to breathe. Rains teach to maintain a balance in life... to enjoy every moment without getting hurt or hurting someone... Rains are worthy if watched through window and loving it. Dreams make one alive. But unaccomplished dreams hurt just like getting wet in rains. But unaccomplished dreams hurt just like getting wet in rains. So, before dreams become an epidemic, a hurt-free assurance for life is must. I love rains because they are just like my dreams. Drenched in tears and the pitter-patter of my efforts. And in these rains of my dreams, I have umbrella of my values and morals over my head....
I love rains because at least the sky is there to give a company to my tears....
Rains are just like the long lost desires... the unfulfilled dreams... the unaccomplished destiny... Every droplet of rains seems closer... very closer. But every effort to touch it, possess it... goes in vain.... Just like dreams.... always in heart but deprived of being in front of the eyes.... Just like a glass window... millions of raindrops on other side seem reachable but never to come in possession.... And even if i try to trap the rains in my hands... it flows away from my hands..... just like my dreams yearning to flow away through my tears....
I love rains... Rains are contagious epidemic... I love rains and run after it. I get wet and fall ill. Just like my dreams...I chase my dreams...Some of which get fulfilled leaving me to aspire for more.... Just like the rains. To get wet, fall ill and still a desperation for more....
Rains are rains. Rains are life. Rains are necessary to breathe. Rains teach to maintain a balance in life... to enjoy every moment without getting hurt or hurting someone... Rains are worthy if watched through window and loving it. Dreams make one alive. But unaccomplished dreams hurt just like getting wet in rains. But unaccomplished dreams hurt just like getting wet in rains. So, before dreams become an epidemic, a hurt-free assurance for life is must. I love rains because they are just like my dreams. Drenched in tears and the pitter-patter of my efforts. And in these rains of my dreams, I have umbrella of my values and morals over my head....
