This arid desert, my heart.. waits for its monsoon;
For those first few drops,
of sweet nectar…
For those shy glances, stolen kisses,
friendly banter, silly dances..
Holding hands in small moments that hold on to you till eternity…
For that first thunderstorm of unhindered passion..
Those magical touches ,crazy heartbeats..
warm embraces, sweet kisses..
That feeling of yearning in spurts;
that unquenchable fire of passion within that hurts..
I wait for that steady downpour..
For those hands that hold firmly dont let you fall..
for those eyes that speak volumes and enthrall..
For those shoulders that never tire, to offer support when you shed a tear..
For that feeling of abandon towards the world..
For that deep feeling of belonging to you..
For that tranquility that engulfs me in your presence..
For those beautiful silences of soul..
when I hear nothing but
raindrops fall..
drops of love..
slowly drenching me…
Your love is monsoon my heart awaits.. a part of it is barren land…
Every drop from you gives it a new life.. dont hold back my love..
give it a chance again..
let us both get drenched in this rain…
My desolate heart waits
for your love, my love…