Incompleteness is Mutual....In you me and the Nature...


That night when the clouds roared,
When it had to but it didn’t rain more;
The cuckoo awaited the splash,
With excitement in her eyelash;
The paper boats which children wanted to flow…
The colors of feather: which peacock wanted to show!!
The girl who wanted to dance,
The pools and puddles;
The wishes went down the drain;
That night it didn’t rain;
That night it didn’t rain!!

The incomplete art forms;
The hand which wanted to draw;
The new rainbow; and the muse;
Rainbow and sky weren’t any near;
The rains didn’t appear;
The rains didn’t appear!!

The leaves of the Neem tree;
The rose plant in the backyard;
The dewy grass on the ground
Have lost all their hues;
Because…
Rains didn’t make a queue;
Rains didn’t make a queue!!

That night when the clouds roared;
It is known that in a far off land; a princess Cried;
A saga of love had ended in her life!!
She fell in love with a Prince of mystic land;
Only to realize;
The dreaded Monster had taken a beautiful shape;
The princess was delicate;
The clouds had roared upon the Prince;
Who had broken the princess’ heart;
A hundred nights and over, she lay in bed;
Watching the cuckoo not sing..
That night it didn’t rain;
That night it didn’t rain.



In the far off mystic land;
The Prince rejoiced;
Only to realize the crops had dried;
Alas! The kingdom fell!!
There was a huge; hue and cry;
The prince fell ill;
And lay on bed,
Watching the cuckoo not sing;
The princess then came in her dreams;
He woke up only to feel;
The eyes so moist and heart so clean;
He fled to the princess and could see;
The closed eyes and the dried lips…
The feeble shape and the slow breaths…
He kissed the princess and the souls did amalgamate…

The cloud burst and the rains fell;
That night when it didn’t rain….that night when it didn’t rain !!












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