I love the way you look,
I like the way you smell,
and admire your beauty and
the stories you tell.
Sitting in the balcony,
smoking a cigarette,
and when I look at you,
I have immense sense of regret.
You are a time machine,
which takes me to the past,
and back then we used to
admire you sitting at the benches last.
You are not a season,
You are an emotion,
that is attached to my heart,
and will be attached till my cremation.
You have seen me cry,
You have seen me laugh,
You have seen me losing my love,
and also my better half.
You were our friend,
but enemy of the goats,
but it was our joy,
to float the paper boats.
Hearing your sound,
I have a blissful sleep,
and remembering her
laugh and also her weep.
With your love and beauty,
You have made the dying leaves alive,
and have made me cry,
reminding me our lost fleet of five.
You are both my love and enemy,
You have given me both happiness and pain,
and you are none other than,
The Distinct Vibes of Rain……………….