Tuesday, 29 September 2009

Just like that

As I see across the misted glass
The rain drops
Pouring on it
And slipping away
In that lousy time
I stare at the wet street
Back in my mind
Your thoughts are pouring
But not slipping away…


  1. A lonely droplet in the tiny twig
    brushing against my window pane
    gives me a quaint hope
    A faint sunshine amidst the rain

    .......... keep walking!!!

  2. Hi! Liked your poem, as always.

    I am glad that U made some changes as I'd told U.

    The header image needs some cropping. Do it at your leisure.

    Keep writing. No one can ever steal away your thoughts!

  3. Please disable word verification. It discourages people from giving their comments.