She said,
“Be a fountain, not a drain.”

I said,
“Fountains make good wishing wells.”

filling my mind with thoughts so hypnotic
tying knots with a gloss of polished melodic
topics from the pockets of the soft symbolic
optics that cross my eyes and let my mind frolic

Rain
adding flavour to darkness..
Rain drops
falling softly on her window glass..
Sitting by her window
watching the steam rising from her tea cup
listining to the soft background music
played by the falling rain drops
a sigh escaped her lips
causing the mercury to drop down a bit more!!

When it rained,
I tried looking for rainbows
But the skies were filled with dark clouds

When the darkness came,
I tried looking for stars
But everywhere was pitch black

Now that I am lost,
I want to look for you
But I know you too are adrift
In your own dream
Trying to figure out
Where those butterflies are

And if they wanted you to see them