The ocean of drop

 

 

Merely a drop in the flow

Reflects the sizzle of sun

And the timidity of moon

With his glitter filled visage

Sometimes the twinkle plays

On the pranks of silent drift

Such stars that are seen in eyes

When they reflect the eye of beholder

For once the drop chooses to overflow

From the silent echo of the sight

Where the dreams are smothered

Choked by the stifling reality

Sometimes when the dreams erupt

To toss the cradle with their tides

The confounded drops drizzle from sight

To create a shiny rainbow in mind

For they not what else to do.

 

Delhi

00.58 hrs

1233

23.3.24