rain

The beautiful eyes ,
the ever enigmatic eyes,
told silently of the spring rain!
    But the flames of the fuming hot waves
     were scorching and I was in deep thought!
     When I tried to reach the cross road,
It was raining raining raining all the time!!!

On a smile !

I don't paint !
Seldom do I write !!
Sculpt is the last thing expected of me !!!

But when I behold this celestial beauty,
 I search for a canvas,
 I search for a pen
 and finally become a sculpture in a rock!!!

nonsense

I don't know whose name is written in Blood!
I am quite unaware of the logical thoughts behind all words!
I am simply ignorant of the logical reasons behind actions!
I am sure that  some actions make no sense ,
and it is nonsense to else ones,
But........................