Summer Rain

The petrichor wafted,
emanating your cologne;
And the cool breeze tickled me,
like your breath on my neck

The first drop touched my face,
like your gentle touch.
As the first rains of summer fell,
I sat there, missing my summer rain.


Rain, A Nostalgic Manifestation.


The endless rains,

Mere showers of pain.

Brings back memories old.

In your heart, which you hold.


Sound of raindrops,

Like his musical whisper.

The wet wind, its whistle,

 The hazy view, not clear.


The fragrance of wet earth,

Like his old shirt.

Both, deeply captured,

In my heart’s girth.


A little drop, racing down the pane,

Like the teardrop, I shed in pain.

Both seeking escape,

Both seeking solace.



Evaporation, Condensation, Precipitation.

Or just a Nostalgic Manifestation.

Wish you were here.

The sun not so warm today,

The wind not so cool.

I stand at a lonely bay,

Tears, making a pool.

Long days and lonely nights,

Miss our trivial fights,

Hugs, Kisses and Tears,

I wish you were here.

For all the silly things we did,

For all the love, my kid,

I miss you being here,

I wish you were here.


The fire within

I Dint give you gifts of love,

For, you were my treasure trove.

My heart is only what I had,

Which you broke, so bad.



I should have realised,

When, ‘my girl’ which u fondly called,

Became, just, ‘a gal’,

That, it was diminishing.

The spark. Or the thrill.

As i feel still.


I might be, a thing of your past

But your memories,

Are the pillars of my future.

Sorry, couldn’t move on, that fast.


Oh no, you are not to blame,

Since all are not the same.


Some need a moment,

Some need an eternity.