Waiting for the rain…..

The scorching heat of the summer has drained all life….
The unforgiving sun has burned everything….

Oh! Its dry and its all dead..
Within me and outside it.
Its all erased…. And its all clean,
Ready for a new beginning…..

I know its coming…. I can smell the damp….
I see it coming…. The clouds far above…
Gone are the heat… and the death…
And now its closing in…. for a new birth.

O rain, o rain…. I want to shout….
We wait for u…..Its time to sprout….

Give water to the earth …. And fill my world…..
With all that’s happy…. And fresh and new…..
I am struck and I am bound…..
Show me the way, to move around…

Rains… I trust,
Pour joy into me…….
They always show me the way,
Filling laughter and gay….

I drench… I run ….and also I scram…..
Coz it gives me all the joy…. that I dream……

Love and its changing faces

When I was born, everyone cuddled me, tickled me, fed me, amused me
I thought it was love.

As I grew up, mom cared for me, dad adored me, friends played with me
And teachers encouraged me
I thought that was love.

Time passed and I got many friends.
They read with me, played with me and shared with me.
They said and advised me, things they cannot do to anyone else.
We were so close and happy and world didn’t matter
I thought THAT was love.

And lo! I was 19 …..
Young and beautiful… People glanced in admiration…..
Oh yea! It was love... !!!

The dream world passed and I was into the real world now... struggling to make a life
There were new friend now.. Working with me, enjoying together and flirting too
Oh my! Is this love??......

And then one fine day, comes my world to me
And I forget and give up everything for him. I want him like never before
Oh yes! Now I know… all that’s gone was false
And this is…Yes; this is nothing, but love
Only love.

I enter a new world, of my own.
My home, my family, my dream, my hopes.
And I have a small doll now, to love and care for.
Love? Yes, this is love.
I don’t doubt it now.

In her love, I spend my years… feeding, caring, loving, playing, scolding, teaching.
My life centers around her.
I cry in her grief and be proud at her triumph.
I live in her, because she lived in me.
And now I know what love is! How self less it is? How enjoyable it is?

And then, the day comes, when she’s gone.
Gone away.
Gone into her own life…… in her own world.
My life is empty now and so, I doubt it again.
Was that love?
Temples, I go to…. Searching peace and love, within rocks.
It sooths me….. It calms me.
They tell me there…. That it was all false.
There is no love… its only “maya”
They tell me, that no one’s mine and all are alone.

Oh! No….. It’s not true…
There was love, all over my life….And there it is, inside me now.
What if I doubted it? Didn’t recognize or didn’t accept it!
But it was love…. All of it….
Everywhere, all my life… I loved and I was loved….