I poured down from the Raintree leaves
quite a few times and smiled through them,
quite a few times; does rain know
how to catch on the broken ends of thoughts
and carry on connecting you from dot to dot?
Some stories read and seen lingers,
snatches you out of your sight
and leaves you up somewhere
between clouds and emptiness;
somewhere you get lost between the bliss
of knowing greater things, indecipherable,
and things that pushes you back to flesh and bones
and there in between those blissful commotions,
yes I mean blissful commotion, you get to know
love is being yourself and in you dwells the universe,
throbbing with songs and stories; or love is universe
and you, the very grain of its existence…
So let me, again and again, drip from those leaves
and let me smile through them until only bliss remain
and no commotion…
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