monsoon bluesThe games we play
So different, yet so similar
A balancing act of sorts
Always on the edge of the wall.
The game of love
In which we have forayed
separated by thoughts
And still so close;
As close as lightning and thunder
The lightning strikes, followed by the thunder.

Most people hate the thunder,
The fact that thunder scares
How dumb these people are
Admiring the lightning
Forgetting that the 'streak' preys...
Could they ever imagine
If the lightning and thunder are talking
The lightning that is ever confused
But,the thunder so intense
Both move hand in hand,
But they are yet so far.......