Its cold, little moist in the murky darkness
just poured out, few sprinkles, thats all
I smelled the sand, each grain of it
seemed singing the same node, the node that binds us all.
The full moon of the night, half covered with clouds
As if hiding some secrets from me
Glides slowly behind the shades
Trees, all got a new puff of air to breath
Will it rain again, who knows
will the sand, the trees or the Air around
be joyous again, who knows
But I learnt 1 thing for sure...
Is the sand thinking of tomorrow's rain ?
I guess not.
Are the trees, birds sad , thinking they might dry the next moment ?
That too, I'm sure is a No
Then why do we cry, on the cost of happiness
How can the fear of tomorrow kill the joy of the day
Fear and Care ...
The words are rhyming, but fatal to mix-up with
