Monsoon is the only season
when u remember somebody without reason
the tinkling rain pearls on the leaves
reminds u of the moments u once weaved..
Even unsaid words say something..
n those unspoken says more then silence
the days that never had the sand of balance
as they say "no reason to fall for a reason"
starting to believe in these adages is you the PERSON.
You sit by the window or in the garden among the green lushes
feeling the days of college remarkably a period of crushes
the laptop n the coffee mug by the side
may be are the only friends who abide
distance strengthens the bond of any hood
but it also separates the leaves from the wood
As the days pass these leaves blow far away
and the tree also grows beyond the pathway
In directions u go leaving memory lanes
new chapters being written, remembering the past only
when it rains.
Oh droplets why do you remind me of 'ed's'..
when all I want is live in the present..
for this season gives me is not only pleasure
but brings back the days that were carefree laced with leisure
when my spirit was the slave of 'curiosity'
days n nights passed a without 'responsibility'
As I end dis I know after years another will be typed
when the season of life will change and arrives the MONSOON much hyped.
For all those who I call my friends,who were anytime there within good or bad,the ones I have had crushes on,the once who liked and perhaps do like me,my BEST FRENS(more then 1),my partners in crime and in good deeds,people who have praised me and consider worthwhile,for ONES I have met walking somewhere sometime and have liked and finally for the ones who remind me of the droplets during the MONSOON.
the tinkling rain pearls on the leaves
reminds u of the moments u once weaved..
Even unsaid words say something..
n those unspoken says more then silence
the days that never had the sand of balance
as they say "no reason to fall for a reason"
starting to believe in these adages is you the PERSON.
You sit by the window or in the garden among the green lushes
feeling the days of college remarkably a period of crushes
the laptop n the coffee mug by the side
may be are the only friends who abide
distance strengthens the bond of any hood
but it also separates the leaves from the wood
As the days pass these leaves blow far away
and the tree also grows beyond the pathway
In directions u go leaving memory lanes
new chapters being written, remembering the past only
when it rains.
Oh droplets why do you remind me of 'ed's'..
when all I want is live in the present..
for this season gives me is not only pleasure
but brings back the days that were carefree laced with leisure
when my spirit was the slave of 'curiosity'
days n nights passed a without 'responsibility'
As I end dis I know after years another will be typed
when the season of life will change and arrives the MONSOON much hyped.
For all those who I call my friends,who were anytime there within good or bad,the ones I have had crushes on,the once who liked and perhaps do like me,my BEST FRENS(more then 1),my partners in crime and in good deeds,people who have praised me and consider worthwhile,for ONES I have met walking somewhere sometime and have liked and finally for the ones who remind me of the droplets during the MONSOON.
