I remember,
once
you loved the rain.
I had thought you would still enjoy it.

But you were craving for
Spring and Sunshine,
and
I... I... I... never knew.

Mess?
Yeah, may be.
we all are messes of our lives.
Always adding more and more of them
into a vessel called life.

Dear, creating and being a mess is living a life.
Life would be way too much
ordinary
if it wasn't a mess.

I perish or I thrive.

It is something I should decide.

But why are you the one deciding my fate?

My life: Its been folded, twisted

and coiled in circles and circles since I met you.

Its no longer under my control.

You are the one on the driver's seat.

You drive me through heaven

and sometimes, hell too.

You make me shine one day,

and another day

You pour rain and zap thunder clouds over my head.

One day,

its a paradise

and another day,

its all pain and sufferings.

Yet, I feel so drawn towards you.

I can not swerve away from you.

I pace up sometimes; its true

but only to move ahead and wait for you again.

And then,

The cycle repeats.

Once again,

I move in circles and circles around you.

It feels like eternities have passed, but

I don't feel like resting and catching a breath.

I want this cycle to continue forever.

If not forever, then a little longer.

Some more loops around you, and

Who knows?

I may be contented with YOU.