The Same Rain, A Different Time

 All came back again—the rain, the wind,
The cool breeze carrying songs within;
The same old music played once more,
Like memories knocking at my door.

The world looked similar, yet not the same,
Time had changed everything without a name;
The places remained, the moments passed,
What I was searching was never meant to last.

I looked for something that wasn’t there,
A shadow hidden in empty air;
Should I smile, should I sigh, should I stay?
Or accept the truth and walk away?

The answer whispers, soft and clear
Move ahead, leave behind the fear;
But will this immature heart understand,
Or keep searching with an open hand?

It waits, it breaks, it tries again,
Holding memories like drops of rain;
Yet deep inside, one truth I know
Some stories end… and we let them go.

The Pure Wait

Stupid heart, waiting for what, and why?
Searching the stars in an endless sky;
A small content, a simple delight,
A tiny smile that feels so right.

Like a farmer waiting for rain to fall,
For his fields to bloom and answer his call;
Like little birds or a child’s eyes,
Waiting for their mother’s warm sunrise.

Not asking for more, not asking to own,
Just one small moment, softly shown;
A smile so true, untouched by fate,
A feeling no force can separate.

Honest and pure, with a soulful glow,
A quiet emotion only hearts can know;
Some feelings need no reason or name
They simply exist, forever the same.

Your Shadow

 Why do I wait for your presence still,
Though time has moved against my will?
Not to return, not to belong,
Yet your absence feels strangely strong.

I search for nothing, yet I do,
In crowds, in silence, thoughts of you;
And somehow even your passing shade
Leaves my heart quietly comforted.

Radha’s Question

 Radha knew he would not return,
Still her heart chose only him to yearn;
No promises held, no wedding flame,
Yet forever she carried Krishna’s name.

Krishna walked toward crown and throne,
While Radha stayed in love alone;
So the heart keeps asking deep inside
Why did he leave her by the riverside?

If he loved her, why not return?
Why let her wait, why let her burn?
Was love just music beneath the sky,
Meant only for a passing time?

But perhaps love is not always stay,
Nor holding someone all the way;
Perhaps Krishna’s truth was strange and vast
A love too divine for the world to grasp.

For Radha never asked to reign,
Nor wished to bind him with her pain;
She loved him beyond return or claim,
And thus became eternal with his name.

Still, somewhere, a human heart would ask:
Did Krishna leave her in the past?
Or did he carry her all along,
Silent… hidden beneath his song?

No one knows the final truth above,
For divine stories blur human love;
Yet Radha’s faith through all remained
That true love need not always be retained.

One Day, Alone

Will I ever go on a solo trip,
Far from the noise the crowded days grip?
Just me, the roads, the sky so wide,
And nature walking by my side.

To stand beneath the open air,
With nothing heavy left to bear;
Hands stretched wide, heart beating free,
As if the world belongs to me.

Loud waterfalls, pure mountain breeze,
Silent forests and dancing leaves;
No hurdles there, no human noise,
Only nature and my own voice.

Perhaps one day I’ll gather the nerve,
To live the peace my soul deserves;
And in that moment, wild and free,
I may finally discover me.

The Anger I Fear

 Why is there so much anger in me,

Against the world, against what I see?

A fire rising without a name,

Burning quietly all the same.

The mind grows heavy, sharp, and loud,
Turning warmth into a darkened cloud;
Not wishing harm, not wishing pain,
Yet anger returns again and again.

I never wanted a heart this hard,
Never wished to keep my guard;
Still something deep refuses peace,
As if restless storms will never cease.

Perhaps the soul is tired inside,
Holding wounds it tries to hide;
For anger often grows from pain,
From silent losses that remain.

So may this heart learn calm someday,
May bitterness slowly fade away;
For beneath the anger, fierce and sore,
Lives a soul that wished to hurt no more.

The Beauty of Rain

 Why does rain feel so beautiful,
As if the sky itself has become merciful?
Each drop touches the skin so light,
Washing away the dust of life.

Why does its fragrance calm the soul,
Like broken pieces becoming whole?
The scent of rain upon the earth
Feels like nature’s quiet rebirth.

Perhaps rain reminds the heart
That endings too can become a start;
That even clouds heavy with pain
Return as something soft as rain.

It cleans not only roads and trees,
But hidden worries carried silently;
For a moment, the world feels slow,
And peace begins to gently flow.

Maybe that is why faces smile
Watching rain fall mile by mile;
Because somewhere deep, the soul is aware
Rain feels like heaven touching earth with care.