There is certain silence in the air
Broken by the incessant rain drops
On the roof tops and the tree branches.
The coolness wafted by the breeze
Doesn't rupture the silence in the hall.
The music of rain goes on
In perfect rhymes and volume.
The voices here have gone mute.
The focus of attention drifts
From the music of nature around
To the celebrations and events
Of the past.
Why do untimely events take place?
Why did the dark clouds descend
When the Sun blazed
The day being at the peak of brightness?
Here is a message
Deep down from the fresh memory-
You are in your deep slumber.
Everything remains as it was before.
Believe in the past being real
As much as you trust your present.
He was there.
He is there.
Don't trust so much the current turn of events
To disbelieve in the past.
In this realm
The past, present and future coalesce
And the time is not linear.
You can move from your place to anywhere.
You could be there
Anywhere and everywhere.
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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