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A Boy Who Touched The Sky

sand and mud splattered on his dud he watches his shoes sinking deeper in pool a stone  at sight he doesn't want  to fight but that seems the only way to keep him cool he thrashes and there goes the stool flying through the sky a story to boast about as birds don't lie the crying soul went dashing  through the door calling foul roaring back  comes a clutter for a boy  the success matters so he gathers his wet shoes and tries to adjust the  stance forgetting the simple fact of he didn't  stand a chance and with a dance or two he runs like a fool towards the old school  with the thought  of ghosts playing dust off while his feet had started to give up rolling  over the grass bed his breath wide spread  a dragon cloud soaring high flew right amidst the floating sky the bird waved him slight  flying to go out of sight he had lost and found his try  beyond the mighty sky while fresh droplets  felt on his face  ended up the chase  rain had  made the dragon cloud to surrender a dr

As It Rains

It was raining..                                          
And she wanted to meet.
I didn’t want to..
But couldn’t control my feet.
Drops toppling over..
While driving the land rover.
Still remember the night..
When she said it was all over.
Sleepless eyes..
Unbearable sighs.
Rolling over to the corners..
Felt miserable as a mourner.
As she went ahead..
Not sure even how hard she dread.
It always starts with a smile..
Which doesn’t stop for a while.
But as the clouds get darker..
The winds hush themselves.
For silence breathes heavier..
When these drops act as saviour.
My heart had lost its rhythm,
In this newly found realism.
Now when I try to turn..
The path seems blurry.
She has to wait..
Until the rain ceases it’s fury.

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