A girl, who just left her dolls
but yet to feel the blush of youth,
stands on the terrace of her home...
her cheek gets tickled
by the first rain drop of the season...
Overjoyed she looks to the sky....
wants to get drenched completely.....
may be that's the time,
she knows what SHE is.
The clouds were dark,
(or was it her first lover
dark and handsome ?)
the breeze brought
the fragrance of wild flowers;
she closed her eyes to feel it.
Those first few drops on the dry soil,
worked up the aroma...
(that beautiful fragrance of the wet soil,
which nothing can match in this world)
"Ah"! she said, "today it's gonna rain,
my first rain, and my first dream to be loved"....
She swirls in ecstasy......
round goes her long, flowery skirt,
with the little anklets tinkling with rhythm;
Off goes her ribbon,
which just kept her hair so tight.....
her arms stretched wide open,
she closes her eyes,
and faces her lover in the sky...
the dark dark cloud
with a smile,
anticipating the cold rain drops on her face,
she swirls once, swirls again,
and again and again........
But not a drop of rain......
not a single drop.
Her emotions are suspended - somewhere in between,
just like those rain drops,
which so wanted to reach her,
but are suspended in the air now.
She can see, she knows its for her,
She stays there
with her skirt, which just went round in a circle
clinging to her with force
before settling down.
She looks up at the sky
with hair still flowing.
It's a suspended emotion
for both of them
no one knows the reason why...
two lovers have to stay away
is it a choice or is it destiny?
all she knows is that