Misty window pane
woven by the silky rain,
Sparkling droplets of water
burrow down in a narrow lane.
Bokeh of colors as you look by..
gleaming and shining on my hazy pane
broken reflections inside of me, as i see
are drawn with some truth and some lie
I love to draw when it rains..
emotions, drawings and something more insane.
Wish my memories were so mortal,
erase with ease when it rains.
Just to realise life..
when it rains,
to be the same..
for loss or in gain
be it boon or bane,
i have none to give or to take!
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