Rain, sun and I...

I poured down from the Raintree leavesquite 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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