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From a Rain lover...

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
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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