Mystery sweeping the grave.
And I’m sleeping in my cave.
Thundering on thunder
Never ever dare to ponder.
Threatening the Sun not to rise in dark.
Rain running so fast in streets
Looking for a human ear
Whom rain could narrate the mystery
Wetting the street with her drops
Pleading the sleeping world to wake.
A stupid boy she found wandering.
Walking fearlessly in dark in His dream.
Why does his dreams walk there?
Why does his sleep wake there?
In the dark snoaring a mystery.
Days are those when the boy studies chemistry.
Rain drops fall from heaven
Dressing In the clothes of a maven.
Wet leaves lying dead on rainy street and
Dry ones dancing loudly in the tune of wind.
Something invictus in those eyes
Like the flowing blue of ocean
Like the sleeping black of sky.
Something calm in that smile.
Like the floating ice at the hills.
Like the beautiful wings of a fly.
Words walking on her lips.
Smile talking on her chicks.
Something fragrant in the hair.
Like the freshness of green.
Like the wetness in the rain.
Legs seem always in hurry.
Arms seem always in fury.
She Rises in the street at dusk
Riding her white juggernaut.
Air start playing with the hair.
Waiting her to come out of cave
Signalling me to pose a smile.
But Angry air turns to Wind
And Silences my voice before SUNBLIND.
Wind resting on her Window
Who once began from a meadow.
On her terrace sitting a fly
Who landed direct from the sky.
Sky of that cloudy night
On Stars claiming their right.
A Cloud waiting for rain
Thinking of her in his brain.
Darkness there eating the light
Making the moon little more bright.
Blue of heaven sleeping.
Dryness in leaves peeping.
A little boy cycling in street.
Cold where falling in sleet.
White then come out of home
After finishing her tome.
Threatnening the clouds to go away.
Rain goes back inside the cloud.
Wind blows cloud far away.
Sun smiling on this happening
Dressing in yellow in his gown.
That’s the story of an evening
In my city, In my town.
World hidden in the cloud
Sun is shining in the crowd
A cloud dressed in white
Looking for a pink colored kite
Kite who often come up in the dusk
A known fragrance it brings of the husk
World below knows nothing of sky
To share the story, comes below a fly
Who moves in silence of the street
Dressed in the clothes of the sleet
Searching for the home of kite
Keeping her childish desire wite
Fly return back very early
Without even seeing the karly
Calmness sitting silently in her mind.
In the dark and wet streets of sunblind.
Making my house in your eyes
I just want to settle there
Changing the leaves with your hair
I just want to sleep under their shadow
Circles in your eyes visualise me
The diverging rinkles in the water
Fragrance of your clothes visualise me
The freshness of drops on green
Your walk is similar to the wind
That enhances my pace every evening
Your words look like the birds
Who fly over my head every morning
You look at me like the
Sun wakes me up from my window
Your voice when come out of lips
Presenting me the rise of moon in black sky
But you are not a mortal human
Not even a cute little girl
You are a daughter of nature
A living imagination in my vision
Who secretly breathe in my shadow.
Wetness breathing on the green
And dryness sitting on the blue
Rain left her home in sky
To live in the mortal house
A pigeon she once found flying
A star she once found crying
Their crush was once on her drops.
Remembering her kiths in heaven
Rain crying loudly in the dark.
Birds now flying away from her drops.
Stars now hiding in back of clouds
Clouds laughing loudly on rain’s plight
Wind still believes rain was right.
For humans,weather is nice in its kind.
In the silent streets of sunblind.
Peace I found in my shadow there.
Losing my heart in the streets where
I once would wander in the dark.
Assuming the road as a lonely park.
Riding a young hope on my eyes.
Believing in my stupid heart’s white lies.
That Thy will come there some day.
That Thy will come there my way.
Stars will wake that whole night.
To see what would happen in my story.
Clouds will roar on her window.
To bring her off on the roof.
Debating with the rains
What would happen next.
Sun couldn’t find permission
To come and support me.
Birds’ crowd flying over my head
Carrying HIS message not to be afraid.
Wind pushing me to move ahead
And face her on the wet streets
I’ve been waiting there for her glimpse
Crossed mosque and graveyard many times.
And still Walking on the streets of SUNBLIND.