You have limits for closeness
Distance has no limits
If you can remember any distance story
You end up in seeing closeness
Cause closenesses are memorable
Not distances..

Maybe it's easy to wait
for the spring after winter,
day after night.
But for patience
We need love and faith.

I have started understanding
this reasons now.
Until I get it all I will paint hope
Just like the way he explains
Dark and light Of his waiting
In this World's
Microsecond of silence.

One day,
when my all wishes
will be granted,
I fear
I will doubt my love.
But till then
I will blame.

For so long
I was comfortable with storms,
thunder, lights, dark sky and heavy rains.
Now to me it's only normal
and you
still think it's unlucky
vile.

Sometimes I think maybe we fall in love first
And then we seek lover.
Cause I have always heard lovers leave
But never seen love has leaft.

Soon it will rain,
and there will be
some smell of ground,
some umbrellas will
cover the roadsides.
But before that
I will be in home
in my window.
Will watch the
rush of rains from there
till evening,
till the poetry ends.

Again and again and once again
I face a blank white paper.

Sometimes I feel like I haven't yet slept,
I haven't dreamt,
I don't know what dream is.

Once this happened,
you said you love me,
under the blue sky.
This is happening again,
that the sky is taking your side.
This will happen again,
that I will ask you
to say it again.

Got my own spring,
Got my own reason to bloom.
People who said, waiting won't worth,
let me say it once again for them
I got my own reason to live
and own reason to die.
But still I will fail to say,
which is more important
waiting or trust?
Cause I lived some moments of nothingness too.

There will be a different story
which will be just by side but far away too
It will be a part of land if we see
But if we touch, we will know it's a river.
May be there might be someone watching from far
but if he will say the story will sound like magic.