summer is meant for
loving and leaving
winter will help you heal
spring stole a kiss from you
Autumn will embrace your broken pieces
and you will wait for the next monsoon
even the wires couldn't stop
the clouds to
come closer
to its lovers - the touch of the leaves and the blue sky.
threesome much!
this is what it means
when summer ends
the sky pours
its best colors,
memorable evenings,
and eagerly we wait
for the next summer
written words speak louder than spoken words?
and monsoon brings back emotions
suppressed feelings and tears
fears and anxiousness too
and I couldn't decide
what to feel and say
and so, I brewed the best tea,
opened my window and heart
and together our tears poured down heavily.
