By The Window

Let us sit by the window and watch the rain,

it won't fix the heart nor it'll heal the pain.

But just bring us some leisure to think,

and maybe some tears to shed and drink.

To revisit the memories while raindrops pour,

to relive the forgotten moments once more.

I know you don't like the rain much, though,

it's worth waiting for the following rainbow.

Let us forget for a while our love or hate,

let us just sit by the window and wait -

for the rain to end,

for the wounds to mend,

for our paths to bend.

Unseasonal Rain

When someone on your heart and brain,
Chooses not to care and leaves you in pain,
Then it's natural for the eyes to drain,
And pour in some unseasonal rain.

The Artist

Raindrops be the alphabets,
Nature be the notebook,
Love be the language,
You be the poem.
And I,
I be the poet.

Let me write you,
Rhyme you,
Sing you.

Let yourself be my art,
Let me be your artist.

Waiting For The Rain

Heart feels shy and it fears,

hiding pain, holding back it's tears.

It desperately wants to pour out,

but can't just find a way out.

It wants to cry, no doubt,

likes to keep silent, not loud.

Last time when it did,

it cried like a kid.

Waiting for that moment again,

it will cry when it will rain.

At times, its difficult to keep hold,

it has to, its not that bold.

Deep within it hides a secret,

never told, nor does it regret.

Of pain inside, it knows no cause,

yet it is sure that it will pause.

It tries hard, but in vain,

it always loses, never does it gain.

Only tears hold it's hand,

they're also slipping like sand.

It has to wait for some time more,

Can't celebrate till rain drops don't pour.

Waiting for heaven to pull the chain,

it will cry when it will rain.

It can't keep hold the pain,

it has to cry when it will rain.

It has to.