Beautiful morning embraced the rain ,after a long hot summer i was drenched again...
A girl next door saw my eyes full of pain & asked me whether i was crying again...
I said, ''no-no, these are just the drops of rain''—again i tried to veil my tears with disdain...
...It didn't matter how much contented the earth would become;
...It didn't matter how plentiful that year's monsoon would be;
...It didn't matter if the farmers would enjoy that rain's advent;
I being selfish just wrote down my despair with my pen...
...It didn't matter whatsoever i complained, the rain had rained—quenching the thirst of every-one, sparing mine all over again!
Still, i wanted the charm of that monsoon not to go in vain, so i got back to work leaving the rain's with the rain...
And i wished for every one
"A Happy Rain''!!!
Note: Wrote in july/2010, edited April/26/2020
Closure: A decadal reminder..
"Such was the drudgery, such a disgrace... I took all the blames without any praise...
Begged like a pauper and cried like sh*t, nothing did I get except waiting for my bit...
Cursed was the love and unworthy was the person, I realise now that I was destined to be the Samson...
... was destined to be the "Samson"!
मेरी शिद्दत पर था एक तमाचा, जब हुआ था जज्बातों का खून; भयंकर दर्द था उस मौत में जब च्छिना था दिल का सुकून।।
एक तरफा मुहब्बत करके, बस जिल्लत थी पाई; फिर खुदी को करने बुलंद, मैंने करली थी खुद से लड़ाई ।
अब थामा है हांथ जिसने, वो 'नेमत' बनकर है आई; मैं अब जीवित हूं , मजबूत हूं, होगई पूरी भरपाई।
अब होगई पूरी भरपाई—perhaps—may be untill the next bout of fit...😜
