AUGUST 2014

12 AM

It is past midnight
I am about to write you a poem
To tell you that you inspire me
Always; To write about my happy songs
And sad tears.
I can hear the rain coming
Pelting incessantly and untimely
On the neighbour's half-built shed!
It's distracting but
Does it know I cried today?
The whole day to wipe away
The tears from your eyes!
You gifted me a rainbow afterwards....
I have locked it away
In a sacred corner
Of my room where I can keep an eye on it
Lest it tries to escape
Through the small crack in the box
And disappear in the
Already light blue sky hanging overhead
Embellished with a tuft of stray white(or gray) cloud
And the Red?
Nay, it's the Cuckoo
But isn't spring over yet?
I wonder while I watch you walking up to me
With that same smile and ask, "Is my poem ready?"
And your flute sings the melody of my dream!
While your embrace is my worship

I know you know.....