Kyu...

Din kaata nahi,
Raat kaatti hai.

Zindagi apne saamne hi,
Apni aabru ko katra katra..
Karti nazar aati hai.

Inhi kaatronne mein,
Zindagi aapne ko chupha kar...
Roti hai.

Phir bhi Nazaarein,
Saath nahi dena chahati.

Nazaarein bus khamosh,
Dil ke roodan ko nazarandaaz kar,
Aapne mein hi kho jaati hai.

Kyu?

Dance of raindrops

I am sitting on the edge of two world. One which is completely imbibed in rain, and others which wants rain to stop. Rain just touching everything, it is trying to color everything in its color..... Mountains never been so green as they do now..... Rivers, brookes , streams, lakes, ponds never shown so much energy as they do now. Everything is charged up in other world.

I am still sitting on edge of the world watching the increasing influence of rain....... moments after moments. I have full confidence that these stone surrounding me will not going to color in the colors of rain.... Rain also understand this and then it shown me its different color..... Color of creation. In courtyard as rain touches stones, it changes itself into tiny droplets which run over the surface as if ballad dancers performing there act. These tiny ballad dancer are shining like diamonds who are trying to make world best arrangement. Music of nature just encouraging them to give there best performance.

Only thing is its on the other side of the world.