Rainy Season

Saw her walking down the road,
tried to speak up, but my throat choked.
She was looking pretty, all dressed in blue,
and then our eyes met, though the seconds were few.
Then she disappeared into the crowd, but i tried calling out loud,
but no voice really came, as i didn't know her name, as i didn't know her name...................


While i failed to speak on my first encounter on the street, i managed to give a smile on the second one and was pleasantly surprised to get a response... :)

I Smiled, she smiled as i looked at her again,
dressed in all blue, getting wet in the rain..
Her hair all wet, clinging to her face,
she pulled them back, with a delightful grace
Its not often that words come out with such high praise,
hope to repeat the same in the coming days....


Little did i realize that all the girls who became my inspiration to write were wearing blue :P
and for the record it happened again..no marks for guessing what color she was wearing :P

The conditions were same, it was raining again,
passing through the same place, in a hope of finding the same face,.
to my disappointment there was no trace,
but perhaps it all was god's grace.
Coz while i was trying to get rid of her thoughts,
anther one's glimpse is what i got.
Perhaps what my friends say is true,
coz the color of her dress was again blue... :D :D