WHY I always have a question?

How could it be so
the little droplets and their mother cloud
could hid my bright sun
with just a twist and turn?

How could it be so
that I always have some question
that I always.....want to know
the little rays of hope
peeping from the corners of mother clouds
would they ever warm my face?
and let me feel my bright sun?

How could it be so
that the strongest, the brightest
sun of mine
feels tired to stay
and as it sets, the droplets too stop
and give him way


How could it be so?
that he just could not show
when it was his time to stay ?

Rolling n rolling

Sensible love

If love was blind like he and she
it would have lived like he and she
it would have overlooked the past for its sins
it would have sensed it is the most beautiful thing
it would have still flown as high as it does
leaving behind all that ever stood before love!

BUT the sensible love unlike he and she
gets stuck at someplace unlike he and she
fights with itself, longs for itself
and in the end cries to itself.......
only because love is not blind like he and she
so it couldn't live happily like he and his she !