A rainy moment!

The pitter patter of the rain drops on the window glass was a soothing melody in the midst of all the inner chaos, all the rambling thoughts and screeching memories! The rain drops worked as the elixir to extinguish the fire of the burning heart. They whispered sweet nothings to the disturbed soul to drown it in an easy slumber...!

Dying Souls...!

         There I was , sitting atop a low sand hill, with the vast barren plain stretching in all directions around me; interrupted by other sand mounds occasionally. I see the death and decay, I can feel it in my bones, cam feel the marrow weakening, the bones cracking and splitting just like the cracked land in front of me. This land lacked the love of sky (water) and the dryness was killing it slowly from the inside; the only outwards signs being the cracked soil and the yellow wilting blades of grass.
        I am attracted to this piece of land because I can see the similarities, it's just like me.... lacking love! ...the heart slowly dying with the dark circled eyes, telling the unsaid stories of sleepless nights, and the scaly dry skin as the only outward signs. I am like this dying land with a little part of me withering every day like the small clusters of grass dying daily! I can see the blazing sun in the sky and I feel it's scorching heat trying to kill the tiny little blossoms of hope who dare to fight against the decay. It reminds me of the scorching words of people that sear my soul and kill the beautiful tiny blossoms of hope on the tree of my thoughts.
       Sitting here at the funeral procession of this dying land, I can feel it's pain and the indescribable suffering. Seems like the soil underneath is calling me. I can hear it's pleas of love as it takes the last shuddering breaths, telling me the stories of it's joyous times...!
       The sudden wind whipped my hair and I caught the lose strands in my eyes. Pushing them out of my eyes I tore my eyes away from the wallowing land and looked up at the sky and saw a small cloud trying to hide the mighty sun... the irony made me laugh out humorlessly. But then I noticed the winds and the clouds desperately fighting the sun... trying to obscure it to save their beloved from the open arms of death. I watched in amazement as the winds unleashed their anger, and more clouds rushed furiously across the sky blocking the scorching heat of the sun and darkening the blue skies. And then I felt a drop of Elixir of life falling on my upturned face and felt the land underneath my feet starting to smile as the love of sky started to shower down on it and it's dying soul breathed again. The tiny particles of soil started to dance and swing with the grass on the music of the rain drops! I can hear their songs and can smell the love in the moist air. the joy of the land made me smile and that smile brought my own soul back to life and I realized that feeling others pain and joy is what brings us true happiness and makes us forget our own worries. this thought helped grow blossoms of hope which started to flourish with the water of smiles, on the tree of thoughts in the land of my mind....!

A Wish

I wish i were a single drop of rain!
Then, I would have fallen on the velvety petal of a beautiful flower, in a lush green garden, and would have lain there like a dew drop waiting to sparkle like a diamond under the rays of sun and fascinate every one of the God's creations.
I would have been a mystifying diamond that could be seen in a poor man's garden but couldn't be embedded in the princess's crown. And then the blowing wind would have made me fall off the petal and absorbed by the soil as if I had never been there.
And if my fate had taken me somewhere far away from lands and flowers, then i would have fallen into an ocean covering the wonders of the aquatic world. I was to rest in a beautifully colored sea shell in the depths of the ocean. There I were to turn into a pearl waiting to be discovered by some curious discoverer who could make me an important part of a splendid necklace to be put in a gorgeous innocent girl's neck as her most precious treasure.
My fate could also have taken me to the thick Alpine forest or the high mountain peaks and glaciers to be turned into a snowball and rest on the summit of the mountain queen or in the wings of a giant soaring albatross.
But my dear friends! If, unlucky I would have fallen on the concrete buildings of the modern world, their toughness would have shattered my very soul.