Thought on a moonlit night..

The clouded moon peeks through..

As the breeze rustles through the neem leaves..

I sit beside my window..

Lost in a windowless world..

Thinking of thoughts so very familiar..Yet not so anymore..

Wishing it should rain again..

Wishing it could wet me again..

Just as these thoughts wet my heart..

I hear you move nearby..

And the thoughts change direction..

Happy yet sad at the same time..

Melancholy gets a new meaning..

Its time, yet again..

To let be..

What is..

Yet was never meant to be somehow..

A dream, a reality?

Stained Glass Windows

If you peer through stained glass windows

Out at the world, 

The world you see,

Will be a Colourful bur.

A mess of blue and yellow and some red 

Problems that glare at you as you go.

So what must you do,

To perceive what's true?

Just strain by colour, 

Each one that stares back at you.

And with each tint you stare at,

You shall discover that, 

The things you once could not construe

Are now all easily decipherable.