Words

Words are funny. When you have enough time and ideas to spend for them, they wont come. I dont know where they go at that time. When you are too busy to type even a single line, as though by magic words will flood your mind, your thoughts, your brain - in short your whole being will be filled with words. You have to put them out or you are lost. You cannot do your work, you cannot concentrate, your mind will be bubbling with words. Funny they are. But now they are out, (atleast 1%) and i am relieved :-)

I am still waiting...

I am waiting for the rain
In this dark road side i have been standing
For how long i do not know..
But i am splashed in mud
And i am waiting for the rain to come

This road is deserted but i am not worried
I know you will come at last
To wash these stains of mud from me
I have been waiting for long i guess
But hope never dies in me

You will have to come one day
To clean me of this dirty filth
To throw open my foggy eyes
Which has put me in this darkness
I am waiting for the rain to come....