Drops of rain
sink in,
cells swell
to be quelled
by a cold wind blowing across
soon after a small Kalvaisakhi--
a sudden gush of blood inside
receding to a quick but queer hush;

i know not
why i always think:
u r dere in every feel of this wind
in each little wave of this mind,
in every breath of each green leaf
in every quiver of a love-lorn lip,
in the whispers of soft rain
in every shred of cool pain,
in every particle of this earth
in my every new birth,

in my dreams n screams
u r the only goal;
u r the music of life
in the silent rhythm of this soul..