She thought it was like any other day that the journey started.The inception was as clear as crystal;her urge to spend time with him was no less than that of the cloud desires to kiss the earth as droplets of rain.But gradually the ironed piece of cloth got shrinks to its shine and glamour.She started to gaze through the opaque mirror,both shattered and shivered;she understood this time the view was blank not due to the unspoken happiness but because of the silence that spaced them.The space has creeped in, like the stream flowing in between two banks.The warmth that they once shared,has turned into the chilled iceberg.Hours passed, but still she wasn't placed back to the center of the roof,from where she used to circulate the pleasant and ecstatic swirls of ambiance and he was never tired of floating his thoughts and imaginations in it.She was cornered at an extreme axis of the graph,with no hope to be seen again. The sign of detachment was obvious. The saga walked back from clinging arms to clasped palms to fingertips and finally the souls jumped apart.The bridge of love broke with no assurance of getting restored.She looked out of the window pane and could relate the houses,streets which were getting left behind to the good times that they had shared.The moon looked down and awed at the seperation. The happenings which were never meant to happen.

Splashed

The kiss of the pour, the pitter-patter  on the roof top,the splendid splash from the waterlogged roads, petrichor draping the eternity, blurred view of the entire city, yet so clear like never before.

The only one thing that I have left behind in the framed fond memories of girlhood -The paper boat saga.The boat which took a little effort squeezed out from me and gave me back a million of reasons to smile,unlike the boat of the hour which doesn't seem so kind enough to offer me the same. The yesterhood's boat could sail itself through thick and thin and tried its best to be under my nose.The boat of now has its own condition and has a less of thins to cross.Too burdened with the expectations and calculations and has too far a sea to engross.

Let the soul take a nap along with the stars and moon above.Let the rain splash its ecstasy on your canvas and let the colours roll down the rectangle and settle at an edge.The palette had more colours to share,yet it chose to decor the canvas by bestowing its vibgyor and the one in between the black and white.
The boat will float, through the thick and thin both and will reach the coast with its burgee toast.

The melody and charm of the rain will prevail, devoid of the fact of the yesters and todays; for now is a whisper of the then in its ears which has indeed overpowered all the odds and fears