This poem is nostalgia to childhood days when each season brought different varieties of joys in life. However, during the years, that beauty of living life has disappeared. But the promise of revival of such happiness, no matter when, is the real essence behind it.
Time has suspended for time
Life was sometimes with, sometimes without rhyme
But it has been years that have passed in vain
When will it rain again?
Clouds came & so did the people
Some made me strong, others feeble
But it was never like before, never like forever
It all stayed for a moment & then disappeared
I miss those glittering smiles of mine
On the swings, hanging from hazel divine
The cool WATER drops attracting me fain
When will it rain again?
The cute puppy following me in the dazzling sun
Open hearts to welcome AUTUMN at season’s turn
The games of hide-n-seek in gale of innocence
When life could be defined in a simple sentence
And then the WINTERS stood at the doors
Kitchen smoking with ‘pakoras’ & ‘paranthas’ odor
Cold nights in warm blankets kept me sane but
Now, when will it rain again?
The flowers blossomed in enthusiastic SPRING
The birds flew high & so did I, without wings
Life was a beautiful palette of colors
Although the picture incomplete, but it never bothered
All these years I have spent hours crossed & abhorred
Sometimes with me, other times with god
It’s my life, my way
I have to be responsible for all upcoming days
Tears have washed away all pain
It’s me now, who will make blessings of laughter rain
No matter when, but yes IT WILL DEFINITELY RAIN AGAIN…
A Heart Through Life's Prism 