:) sorry guys, its not my pic, its a poem :)
I wrote this poem gazing at the plunging rain tonight, while stars were shining bright but moon was fragile, every drop of that magnificent rain that splashed on the ground, gave shape to my innocently portrayed poem. It wasnýt that last drop of the thrilling rain when I finished it, but I still do remember that drop and that splash, which loudly yelled, ýBoth myself, lost within beautiful thoughtsý
This is me, and there I am,
Both myself, lost within beautiful thoughts...
He fears to be left alone in a silent island,
But for him, nothing is peaceful than being alone in an unspoken island.
He sees the world, and witnesses nothing but death and gore,
But for him, world is his own creation, beautiful, peaceful and passive.
He perceives his senses, walks without beliefs,
But him, tries to ýreasoný his every thought and in between his own ýreasoningý he is lost.
He sees love as a beautiful feeling, a warm welcome
But for him, itýs a complex mixture of emotions, an endless epic tale,
He sees every life with a meaning,
But for him, his own life is greater than its own -- most important meaning
This is me, and there I am,
Both myself, lost within beautiful thoughts...
