JAB SHE COMES

JAB SHE COMES

I love the rains. Though the dark clouds do intimidate me, yet I enjoy the shower that emanates from the congregation. It would rain when she enters my life. It would not be a mere drizzle, nor a thunderstorm or a hailstorm, but a pleasant rainy session.

The rain would, I hope, wash away the sediments of the past settled over my life. The rains would give way to a clear sky and there would be a full moon shining in the heavens at last. The night would brighten up when our hearts would meet. The confluence would produce the best music ever. She would be a major factor in helping me get over all the different escapades dotting my history. Although my fate has orchestrated a future known only to it, I sometimes wish I knew who would hold the reins of my life.

My life would be lit up by the radiance emanating from her eyes-----a future different from that orchestrated for me by the devils doing a belly dance over my destiny. The exigencies of my fate made me make a lot of wishes after throwing a coin into the wishing well. Her eyes would make me wish for many more things. I wish she would love me so much that I can forget the past. My past is densely populated with bitter experiences. I hope she helps me forget all of these. I want her to love only me. Her love would have the power to bloom flowers in my life. Her entry into my dull and serene life would bring about changes that are seen in a dry and arid desert after a shower of rain: my life would bloom with flowers. There would be a plethora of flowers down the avenues that I would walk with her.

I would walk with her for quite a part of my life, the walk would be through the arcaded corridors of the night as well as the fields that are brightly lit by the sun. Her eyelids would be covered with stars, the moon would no longer be required to brighten up the night. She would have the potential to make my life live. Her entry into my life would be celebrated---it would rain.