And it rains!!!

At 5,

Rain rain go away, come again another day

This was the song I was taught amidst my play

Little did I know while playing back then

The spirit which breathed within the mighty rain

Yet at the time of sailing my paper boat

And tracing the ripples made while its float

I stretched my hand out and made it moist

With raindrops that descended as if from a hoist.....

At 15,

With adolecence at its crescent and with fresh blood in veins

I felt an all new romance in the after hour rains

Not knowing whether it was a madness of a growing love

Not getting whether it was the peace marked by a flying dove

I drenched myself in the oozing downpour

And kept wishing always for a liitle bit more

There was an incompleteness, a raging impatience

As I sang in the rain before an imaginary audience.....

At 25,

Not the correct age to set your soul free

When maturity hasnt left much choices for a spree

But when love is the cloud thayt ushers on you

Even the dingy lanes of the wet city give the view

Of a distant abode of dreams at their end

Where togetherness is waiting for the angel to descend

He came in your form to steal my heart and bring down a bliss

All started beneath the umbrella with a beautiful kiss.....

At 35,

Now I am a woman, a wife with motherhood coming twice

Each time gifting gems to me with a feeling nevertheless nice

Now I dont sing but dance in the rain

Yelling with my kids, reviving childhood again

I stay in their games,in esoteric talks and laughter

Saying silent 'touchwood' to secure this as a perpetual chapter

For nothing lasts for ever, not even your child's need

But a mother craves for it with an innocent greed.....

At 55,

Life is slow and settled, gripped with monotony

Impending oldage humming a constant symphony

My little ones have outgrown and run to chase their dreams

With solitude replacing their presence and merry screams

Getting used to serenity has given a present though

A thrill that I feel now when it drizzles and the wind blow

Something that I have never felt before this while

I guess it was kept in store for the days when I'll be old and senile

At 85,

I dont believe in counting my days with sheer arithmetic

Instead I think of the days gone by in vigour ecstatic

With weak bones and tender heart and complete loneliness

I recall my happy days with an unmatched clarity, you cannot even guess

A smile always lingers now, at my crooked face 

That even out the wrinkles left by age and phase

And I outstretch my hand in a glee mingled with pains

Sitting by the window of my oldage home everytime it rains.....