Rain of life

It's not about
The first rain of the season
About the first rain drop.
On skin.
Of season or off.
Yes, it's that confusing.
Looking around, above.
To trace the hide and seek
Of transparently honest kiddy drops.
With the coolness in sense
Eyes busy for a while
Till the surprising end.

The rain starts.

Seems the first on skin
The first on earth.
So grateful to rain.
Singularly we all together.

Well, is that the way
We all wait?
A rain to come.
The rain of life.
The first drop is too early
But the rest is not far.

Just at a fix.
For a time.

Is that life time?

Spare pair of eyes

How much air
A sparrow really breathes?
The rest is spare
Making it a king
Spare wealth as far as eyes can see.
Untouched and waiting.

Like you, like me.
Kings of kingdoms.
Full of spare eyes.
That see beautifully.
Touched and waiting.
Further than what the two eyes can see.

Have you seen yourself?
In uncountable mirrors that are small and round.

That comes in pair.
Have you seen really how beautiful you are there?

Time didn't stop

Night wished a holiday that day
The evening was in-love-with lovely
Night wished to watch back only.
Wished to think the eve
Exactly as the eve was.

The night could see
The endless boundary
Where words are without care
And dark cannot hide really.

Time saw something else.
A no to the night.
Night turned as silent
As an unknown dark evening.

Night got a bluish pain
Night got beautiful.
The dawn fell in love.

The dawn wished a holiday.