As the drops come off from their bed...
In fraction of seconds they touch my head...
Fluctuating the flow from the tap...
Maintaining the fall in a perfect gap...
Listening to the old playlist i love...
Mostly listening to the track- one love...
When the music finally ends in it...
Drying my hand trying to repeat it...
Love the way i move and i stand...
Hear chirps of birds from drops touching the land...
Guess where i got my reciting power...
All this was felt as i was bathing in my shower...
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Insomnia inspiration
PoetryFor the readers- Observing is one of my best addictions. I observe everything from the buzz of a fly to the storm in the sky, from two lovebirds to two birds in love. And whenever i get an urge to express them, i start writing. Poetry is just a way...
