Under the windshade Of memory lane

Under the windshade  Of memory lane, Some of yours memory is waiting Waiting for rain to come, To revive all again That can't be possible In city consiousness. Each single drop falling On the windshade Are winding the beads  Of yours  memories And replaying  All again in front of the  Close eyes screen As if … Continue reading Under the windshade Of memory lane

drips, drips from the leaves

Sunday morning and Rain is falling I woke up from my bed  and sit to the window  gazing constantly outside, with some memory of childhood with some flashback. Sunday because in India Sunday is weekend for us. With slap slosh, drip drop rain comes in the morning, drips, drips from the leaves.  Wetting  the grass under my … Continue reading drips, drips from the leaves