Sitting by the window with my knees drawn to my chest
I witness the grandeur of nature unleashing itself in its purest form
the city bereft of any light
Is it natures way of crying in the dark?
Only to the attention of those in love, pain or joy?
Just as the walls listen to you cry in silence
The rain stops pouring
Perhaps it has found its solace
When wil i find mine..
where is my comment!!!!
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ReplyDelete@Kamesh..thanks :)
ReplyDelete@adee..Sorry about the late comment..but that was the first comment on this post