What if I say rain comes up with a blissful pain,
In a flash it retrieves me with those old gold days,
And very soon chucks me out into the reality's drain
Well I wouldn't be discussing my current life sprains,
Might it would end up making this writing full of pain
So the very first thing which awakes my memories of you are those clouds,
The white ones which seeks out of the black's back ,
Remindes me of your ears which were concealed by your frizzy hairs ,
The glimpse of rainbow is yet to come
But i could feel it as this time I'm imagining your face,
Oh no its rainin heavily.. I've to make sure that this writing not gets wet
Till then I hope you would be all set for listening your beauty's grace .
-Adarsh



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