Like the smell of the rains

Absorb me into you as an essence

Wherein the mud and the air transforms into a scent

That you nor I could sense...

A feeling so lousy inside

The rains of winter make me feel

The rains which ceases to dry 

Till the fiery sun dries up its will.

The rainy smell makes me sing

The song of a thousand hearts

The hearts which once loved and lived

But now broken in various parts!!

The rains evoke me to get drawn

Into myself: once the self was you

As I ponder inside my gravest emotions

I saw, I was born, as simple as new!

I offer me and my promise

As I promise to remain as the rains

Till the sun dries me up

And relives me, forever, from the earthly pains...