It is raining...
lush and green again, the barren concrete land is alive.
Seated in a glass cube,
Gazing through the window I see, rain drops trickling slowly trailing its way.
Even before I realize, Its slowly seeps into my soul
The darkest happy corner, a corner that craves
It questions my barren soul, demanding for love to sprout
With hopes of having to hold, having to feel, having to connect
My Chained heart agrees, desire to be set free
A flood within.
sun shines and the raindrop is gone, a faint trail of its journey remains.
I console my heart, its just a journey, happy destination awaits.
gazing out again, Wish I could feel the rain, the drop on my skin.
another day, along with another soul, a hope
till then, a search for my happily ever after...
journey continues.....