Let it Rain!

Walking back from the lecture hall.
Chattering about the old woman gone senile.

The rain starts to fall on them.
The dry parched land is happy and so are its people.

He takes her hand and they dance.
Its unbridled, pure and complete happiness.

Let it Rain!

The blank Space

As a child, I would always be great at filling the spaces with the right words. Almost always!

Those were sentences, this is life.

Those were phrases, this is permanence of a phase.

Those I filled, this I can't and may be don't want to.

The blank still stands, the void being all consuming at certain moments. 

There is happiness but it blanks out.

There is excitement but it blanks out.

There is courage but it blanks out.

There is sadness but it doesn't blank out.

Cheers!