your love,
sometimes creates thunder
makes me wonder
why such a flood?
is it running in my blood?
am i  blessed so much?
or you are obsessed so much?

your love,
other times, just drips
many days it skips
random and rare
no share and care
makes me distressed
maybe your disinterest.....

your love,
at times, the pre-monsoon shower
it feels like golden hour
what if i need it more?
but you focus on other chore..
when i feel not so strong
for your comforting words, i long...

your love,
everytime it is desired
in my low mood, more it's required
your's is an important role
like a refrigerant in climate control
can it have an auto-mode?
given more at peak load
or conserve it for those days
when i need it more than average?

Those who believe
Superior intelligence
is a gift
Are terribly wrong
As you'r wisdom grows
YOU realise
Everything WE do
is so wrong
Shame on US!

The flood writes
To the river...
It's all man's
Fault...

It was almost just like another summer's day
the sun was warm and the clouds were away,
there was also a slight breeze then blowing
and this made the weather to one knowing.

But whatever that was or it seemed to be
was nevertheless an indecisive fact to see.
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