That Kiss in the Rain | iandpeople.com

It is a tale

of the curvy lane

It is a tale about

That Kiss in the Rain

We were walking 

around a bay.

Crispy talking

and the weather was grey.

That place had a beautiful sight

as God was the composer.

Flashes flashes thundering lights

that made her closer.

Birds were going back to home

as the winds were swinging.

Just we two were left alone

and on tree, a Koel was singing

Suddenly She stopped at a point

knotting hairs which were flying

With no air we made a joint

and we looked into each others eyes

Then I lifted her on toes

locked my hands & made a chain

Met our lips in a motion slow

and this was that Kiss in the Rain.

© Abhishek Dudeja 2013

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