21st April 2011

Finally rain...
The tired eyes,
Burning from the heat,
Blink in a perfect pleat.
Roads,parched by the vapid summer,
Soaked,drenched,washed;now shimmering in black,
Show in an evening;wet cozy,romantic,lazy.......
Wherever are you my friend,if not with somebody?
At least a book,a movie or a long-forgotten memory?

7th april 2011

Not much rain to speak of,
But what great weather!
Not much storm to be seen,
But a breeze as light as feather.
Wake up my friend,
For these moments are rare,
Its spring time come late
And it has not much more time to spare