Wednesday, June 9, 2010

The moonlit rainy night

What a night it was,
The rain came at a time
when I started enjoying my walk under the moonlit sky,
and before I could express my desire to get drenched ceaselessly,
the moon brought me back to reality.
Back to my own stories, to my own world.

6 comments:

Sid said...

Why not get 'drenched ceaselessly' sometimes-maybe before the reality strikes in? Lovely words -also waiting for thoughts after getting drenched. :-)

Sumi said...

why? what would stop u from getting drenched? rather, wat else matters than a RAIN? :)

Kalpana said...

The moon, and it stopped raining :-)

ஸ்வரூப் said...

what was that own story?

Kalpana said...

There is nothing like reality..... its just that we come back to our own stories :-)

P. Venugopal said...

nice words, Kalpana. you are feeling very good, i can see that. keep writing, while waiting for the monsoon to reach New Delhi.