The Agony called Love

Today when I looked out of the window of my room,sliding the curtains in the evening, I saw that he was gloomy, he was alone, he was sad. there was something so depressing about this evening that even he has hide behind the veil of the dark gloomy clouds. He who has been so clear, so energizing and so blue, today looks deeply blue, ready to break down into tears and drench us all in the soliloquy of his solitude. Seems he is reaching out to his love, waiting she would look at him with passion, or love, or compassion, or something but she seems to be lost in her own ways. She seems to be dry, cold and life less from where he looks at her.


Just once, just once if she opens her arms for him he would bathe her in his love in form of a stream of thousand, million droplets, each being a small kiss running down her parched lips and dry cheeks.


The agony of the day is so evident in the air between them... The sky still waits to kiss his only desire...the Earth.





The Eternal Wait



Let it Rain...Let them be together... Let them live for this night drenched in the cozy agony of their love. Let the stream of love connect the beating hearts of the two to make it a Valentine.