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
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
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