First Rains… 2

The cold winds and the water falling from above,

Gets us drenched with a feeling of oneness and love…

Let us all dance and talk and play in this first rain,

Let us keep aside our inhibitions and brain…

Happy Monsoons…

This is what I had written last year, but the experience this year has been completely different.

Waiting at my window sill,

Watch the water droplets drip,

Dancing as if it is a drill,

Love the drop upon my lip…

I am fine no need of a pill,

The winds blow as they whip,

My life is great, no need of a fill,

Get out and love is the tip…

Am trying to write something in a different way. Maybe the poem might not make sense as a whole, but read the alternate lines and they tell a different story. You will find poem in line 1,3,5 and 7 as well as in line 2,4,6 and 8.

Please drop a message telling me if you liked it or suggesting some other ways to do my poems. Always open for love and criticism.