June, Finished

The greyish skies, the first rains
Floating paper boats, flying paper planes
Scent of the Earth reminds me of You
And drenched in this rain, I burn again

 

The raving winds, the blushing Sun
My words slur, like spelling a pun
Sight of the skies reminds me of You
And it is on you, I want to fall upon

 

Droplets on leaves, rivulets in streets
Umbrellas clashing - how strangers meet
Cry of the air reminds me of You
For it is in your heart, that my heart is lit

 

Droplets of rain, flying paper planes
A flight of Doves, a night of Love
Lost in you, I lose myself of pain
I would cling onto You, if only I can

 

© Siddhartha, 2015