Seasons at the window sill
Deep engrossed in life and occupied with that deadline, I sit by my desk and can't move my eyes beyond the computer screen.
Suddenly I sense darkness in the background,
Quizzed I lift my gaze up. Gifted with the precious corner beside a window, out of the leads gaze.
A pearl like droplet slowly sliding down the window pane, adding little shine and glitter amongst the plain.
Marvelled and engulfed in tracing its path, I forgot my pain.
Like noise destroying the silence, waves destroying the footprint, the rain started to pour heavily and brought me back to my reality.
How I adore the rains, like a pause from mundane.
They make us ride the memory train, from joy and vain.
From childhood games in the rain to the romantic daints,
I smile with a deep breath from the cool breeze, sure about many more dreams.