Sometimes...even a promise is as good as the real take...
A promise...so full of monsoon...
A promise full of rainy breeze...
A promise of moisture on the lips...
A promise so naturally bestowed...
Never be faked...
Like the twilight of a day...
And a sky lit up by dying light...
Not seen blatant...
Covered by clouds...
But felt and seen by eyes...
Eyes that see the real
And eyes that get the unreal too...
Sometimes a promise is as good as a deal
Than any too apparent feel...
A promise of a rain...
A promise of a monsoon happening somewhere
And she will be coming soon...
That kind of a promise...
An act of Faith...absolute...
Like this flowery breezy twilight...
Red red blossoms dropping on soul mine...
From thousands of krishnachuras...
Yellow yellow blossoms falling too
From millions of radhachuras...
A promise of a day
Coming to a course already traversed...
Beautifully...
And more to be covered...
A beautiful...wonderous...fantastical tour...
A promise of an opened door...
A promise...
So pleasant...
Like rain drops soft...incessant...
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