I am the best example of a fickle minded person. Sometimes its me who runs to the terrace when God extends his hand from heaven, and its the same me who will be spotted crying near the window when its another day and its raining. But both ways I am a Rain lover! For being sad is also normal and dancing in rain is also common... gosh! I am normal, no exception. But doing both at the same time, is kinda insane! I do that too... Memories never allow us to stay in a same frame of mind for long! My fickle minded poem...
Memories are like drops of rain
Memories are like drops of rain
Infinite
reminders of loss and gain
To
some it gives glimpse of pain
Tears
they shed look just the same
Trying
to forget the only name
Forgiving
the one who owns the blame
Finding
the answers none explained
But
for some, it’s a different chain
The
drops often fill their veins
With
happiness releasing the sorrows plain
Shuts
them off from daily mundane
Saves
their soul when torn in twain
Awakes
in them the newborn again
Dancing
on one leg, not insane
Living
the moment, a saner sane
Immense
joy, words cannot explain…
The
same rain, the same heart
The
same pain, the same cart
Cart
full of burnt ashes and missed darts
Also
the reminder of some missing parts
But
also the one which lightens the heart
Brings
the new life in this world dark
With
rhythm and music it fills that cart
The
cart whose creation is our part
Create
it wisely before it’s too dark
Hearty
wishes from a hearty heart.
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