a drizzle...

A drizzle...
is another form of pining I guess...
Coming slowly...making me undress
before her...
against the blur
of hazy street
lighted by luminous streaks...
a touchy-freely thing
a ride downstream...
from the eyes filling
pores million of my skin...
 A drizzle...
is another form of a pining I guess...
Coming  to cause a wetness
Which could not be always seen
But felt moist on shirt
Like eyes teary when someone departs
after a long eventful memorable stay...
Like coming to the end of a beautiful day...
Not accepting its end with ease
And still with its end anticipating  possibilities
Of rain with greater force...
Of an overloaded turbulent course...








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