expr:class='"loading" + data:blog.mobileClass'>
That Thing Called Life

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

And It Rained

Life was stagnant,
Dullness all around.
To the same old gloom, I was bound.
It was empty,
it was black,
In my life,
it was love which lacked.

And It rained,
It rained love.

Relieving me of my worries,
Breaking off my shackles,
I fly in the glory of love.

I feel special,
As special as the Rose,
standing out in its beauty,
where no other is even close.

I feel happy,
As happy as a blind man would be,
if he gets eyes to see.

I feel lucky,
As lucky a man would feel,
if he hits a fortune,
and is full of zeal.

The feeling is out of the world,
Inexpressible it is,
Love is an eternal bliss.

I cherish
every smile, every moment,
every feeling, every word.
As I feel blessed,
to be showered with
The rain of your Love.

3 comments:

  1. "True love is like a psychic experience. Everyone tells ghost stories, but few have ever seen a ghost" ... Nice work!!!
    http://confessionofadeadman.blogspot.com/2009/07/she-is-imagination-audacious.html

    ReplyDelete
  2. Its fantastic...... NIce garima... Keep going

    ReplyDelete

Powered By Blogger

Love n hate..

It is easy to hate and it is difficult to love. All good things are difficult to achieve; and bad things are very easy to get.”