Window of hope from a jammed window.

Surreptitiously the mystical hope comes in the middle of the night,
She glides on the wings of mild summer breeze and knocks at my window,
Frustrated by the jammed window, She flies away to another home.

Disturbed by the dream - next morning, I push open the window,
Two giant buildings and a noisy highway lie in front,
No wonder the mystical hope didnt wait here overnight.

With my head resting on my palm, I look outside in thought,
And thats when I saw a beautiful home in red coloured bricks
and on the blue sky an aeroplane passes by and winks at me.

PS: 4 months before travelling back from Amsterdam.

Raindrops keep falling.

I watch it drizzle from the comfort of my home.
As if it were a kid playing his own little game,
Pitter-patter it falls in a foreign language,
I say - "I know your cousin who pours in India".

Much more playful and much more child-like,
It wakes up from eight months of gestation,
rides on dark black clouds, screams with a lightening.
and arrives with a storm

I say - "you are a sober kid but your cousin is very naughty"
It jumps on my balcony and peeps through crevices of window
It even hides behind my girlfriends hair
and stays there for as long as it can.