why doesnt it rain????
when dreams which happen to be the living soul of human existence are mercilessly crushed and broken...
why doesnt it rain???
when hope the proof of existence is shattering like a defunct incandescent bulb instantly pulverised giving away to minute inanimate pieces scattered into the unknown...
why doesnt it rain???
when happiness the purpose of existence is drained out completely emptying the heart and tearing away the smile on the face...
why doesnt it rain??
why doesnt it rain to dilute the anguish and sorrow accumulated in the heart..
why doesnt it rain to cleanse the guilt smudged on the soul..
why doesnt it rain to wash away the broken dreams, shattered hopes filling the self with new dreams and hopes brimming over with extreme elation.
why doesnt it rain when the unending tears of the praying peasant glistening on the cheeks running down to do its minor bit to moist the soul being viciously vaporised by the searing sun..
why doesnt it rain to cloud the cruelty of the sun and bless the soil with water thereby feeding the emaciated stomachs.
Rains are prayed for, expected and welcomed. But often when it rains, it pours... It drenches one, floods the rich produce of the soil and suddenly the self is filled with cold and damp sickness of the incessant rains... Rains are now cursed and we start missing the warmth and brightness of the once searing and cruel sun..
Human whims and wants can be compared to the inexplicable patterns of the weather like a rising temperature at the middle of winter, wished but unexpected rains at the beginning of spring..
How I desperately wished to be somewhere else yesterday and I am happy to be here today.. How I wished I never had met that person in my life and how badly I miss him/her now out of the blue. Desires are surprisingly contrasting at different instances of life but they are always present. They are always wanted like I now wish to have 'mirchi-bajji' when it happens to be one of the top items in my hate-list.
Why doesnt it rain?? Why does it rain!!???
when dreams which happen to be the living soul of human existence are mercilessly crushed and broken...
why doesnt it rain???
when hope the proof of existence is shattering like a defunct incandescent bulb instantly pulverised giving away to minute inanimate pieces scattered into the unknown...
why doesnt it rain???
when happiness the purpose of existence is drained out completely emptying the heart and tearing away the smile on the face...
why doesnt it rain??
why doesnt it rain to dilute the anguish and sorrow accumulated in the heart..
why doesnt it rain to cleanse the guilt smudged on the soul..
why doesnt it rain to wash away the broken dreams, shattered hopes filling the self with new dreams and hopes brimming over with extreme elation.
why doesnt it rain when the unending tears of the praying peasant glistening on the cheeks running down to do its minor bit to moist the soul being viciously vaporised by the searing sun..
why doesnt it rain to cloud the cruelty of the sun and bless the soil with water thereby feeding the emaciated stomachs.
Rains are prayed for, expected and welcomed. But often when it rains, it pours... It drenches one, floods the rich produce of the soil and suddenly the self is filled with cold and damp sickness of the incessant rains... Rains are now cursed and we start missing the warmth and brightness of the once searing and cruel sun..
Human whims and wants can be compared to the inexplicable patterns of the weather like a rising temperature at the middle of winter, wished but unexpected rains at the beginning of spring..
How I desperately wished to be somewhere else yesterday and I am happy to be here today.. How I wished I never had met that person in my life and how badly I miss him/her now out of the blue. Desires are surprisingly contrasting at different instances of life but they are always present. They are always wanted like I now wish to have 'mirchi-bajji' when it happens to be one of the top items in my hate-list.
Why doesnt it rain?? Why does it rain!!???
I read it rained yesterday night. The papers say the first flight to land ad Shamshabad International Airport landed on a rainy night.
Your prayers were answered.
If Snoopy were to write what you wrote, he would start like this: "It was a dark and stormy night..."
:)
@ks
ya it did rain last night and since then its only raining.. :)
I dint wish this.. :)
If I were to write this post again, I would have started the same way perhaps.!! :)