That rhythm of the rain drops,
as if submerging unrealistic hopes
I whisper my love is profound,
quietly when i hear that sound…
As i take the first stride,
Imagine a person walking beside
whose touch is gentle and soft
Tenderly when i hold her aloft…
The joy of those silent conversations,
everlasting feel of her true adoration
Her presence might be precisely unreal,
It’s her existence, my heart does kneel
Why do the rain drops remind me of her,
and why do i love when we are not together
It’s the warmth of its touch that matters,
It’s the touch of her memories that matters…
Deepak Rana 