As I watch the raindrops I marvel,
How do they feel to part from each other and fall
Or it is a free fall I wonder I feel a free fall
Down to someplace, yet no where it seems
Isn’t it all about the white and dark of life?
How admirably they are held together
Mounting above all, choose to be together for some reasons
And form a collage of self and the others
Rise and rise and without the wings on them
Fly high to the southern sky and the east, west and north
Collide and collide as if they were destined to and cloud
The lighter they become, the higher they fly over their spirit
The free fly over the alien world seems so colossal
The enchanting everlasting fly deep within is incredible
The lightness takes them all around and the colour is so wan
Seems as if their isn’t anything else to get a space
The tides torment ones some where from within makes it grave
Grasping it over with each other, now the inevitable is due
The overcoming of the self over the self, if lost and darkness creeps in
The bond looks feeble the fly no more a free fall but waiting for a fall
The bond breaks for a new venture is it or it is the end
The zenith seemed impeccable and inconvincible but all conquered
The greatest sees itself falling apart in drops all falling apart
None can hole them any more and fold in it
New destines as if they had to look in to for or the lost dens barging in to
They fall they fall in a forced fury of the darkness from the wan
The journey seems so colossal yet the foot prints are left
The drops chasing the drops fall a free fall indeed a free fall!!
