It was a cool breezy day. It rained droplets of pearls. I was lost in beautiful thoughts which have no face and no name. I love the wind touching my skin. It is giving me back my childhood memories back. I am going back home. The roads are drenched in rain. CP is washed out. Its beautiful to see this image. I felt good. I wanted the things to remain the same. I love this feeling.
बारिश में भीगती हुई यह सरक
भीगते भागते लोग
धूलि हुई हरियाली
बादलों का काफिला
बचपन की यादें
खुशियाँ और गम
आँखों में आंसू
झूमता हुआ मन
मैं राहगीर हूँ इस पल की
थम न जाए यह पल
