Sittin' here alone at the window, watching the pelting rains outside...the raindrops are falling straight to the ground...remind me of the icicles we read of in the geography book in standard eight sometime...birds are perched in the rain on rooftops, basking in the madness of Gods as they decide to pour their heart upon us...and i always thought they run away to the trees...but i see them fly from one building to another, and i wish i were a bird too...but now they too have learnt to work come rain or storm...is life cut throat for them too? or are they just too full with the idea of nesting in a B-school!!!
Its way into the morning...and some 2 hours since I'm sitting here and watching...but the amount of light outside hasn't changed, clouds are masking the sun...but i know there is a sun, bright and shining behind them...i feel the warmth and i smile to myself...i can feel it coming and enveloping me now and i look at my cellphone(Ah...the Satan of modern life...!) and i think of those whose mere calls make my day...and i smile yet again...wherever we may go...the heart lives behind where it wishes to...at the slightest chance availed, it can smell the very smells it smelt as I made mud balls and dams in the soggy soil....it can see the bubbles form and collapse in the backyard of my home...it can be thrilled at the thought of the small paper ant boat i made some 15 years ago as it edges ahead of the others...it has its own thoughts and i am incapable of reigning it...simply cause i do not wish to rein it...
The drooping branches of the tree outside of my window sway in acknowledgment of me...as the one awake to give it company in the solitude of the rainy morning...and i do not mind it peeping within the secrets of my self...err...my room i mean...! It rises up to the skies from whence the rain comes...life blossoms...and i have a reason to live for
The rain falls harder...in keeping with the faster pace of the track that plays in the backdrop...and i hear the drops hitting the mud below...the same bubbles i can see...the ones that were in my backyard... I'm warm again... I'm home... back there where my heart is...
Its way into the morning...and some 2 hours since I'm sitting here and watching...but the amount of light outside hasn't changed, clouds are masking the sun...but i know there is a sun, bright and shining behind them...i feel the warmth and i smile to myself...i can feel it coming and enveloping me now and i look at my cellphone(Ah...the Satan of modern life...!) and i think of those whose mere calls make my day...and i smile yet again...wherever we may go...the heart lives behind where it wishes to...at the slightest chance availed, it can smell the very smells it smelt as I made mud balls and dams in the soggy soil....it can see the bubbles form and collapse in the backyard of my home...it can be thrilled at the thought of the small paper ant boat i made some 15 years ago as it edges ahead of the others...it has its own thoughts and i am incapable of reigning it...simply cause i do not wish to rein it...
The drooping branches of the tree outside of my window sway in acknowledgment of me...as the one awake to give it company in the solitude of the rainy morning...and i do not mind it peeping within the secrets of my self...err...my room i mean...! It rises up to the skies from whence the rain comes...life blossoms...and i have a reason to live for
The rain falls harder...in keeping with the faster pace of the track that plays in the backdrop...and i hear the drops hitting the mud below...the same bubbles i can see...the ones that were in my backyard... I'm warm again... I'm home... back there where my heart is...
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