In Cold Rain
I wonder when it rains,
Does she feel suicidal
Is it an accident
Or Is it murder
No, I know what it is,
There is a Serial Killer
Hidden Deep in the clouds
Dropping them down
In Cold Rain
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wow..what a way to look at rains..really good..it rained yesterday at my place…n i was thinking about ur lines
poems???how come???
@soniya: V guys live in a desert city where there’s hardly any rainfall..I wonder how he wrote these lines…
seriously dude!!…people in Bombay may actually appreciate ur lines better than anyone else …they know the pain …
now it looks like u do too!!
thats ONE way of looking at it.
i think, rains are the aftermath of a booze party up in the skies. finally, the whole crowd, decides to use the loo and voila, it rains pee on us.
am i grose or am i GROSE? =P
@soniya thanks sometimes I have to write these things. I feel that when the water drops from above it feels a lot of pain.
@varun hey bro yeah i know I get all cranky sometimes. really cranky…
@Gayatri hmmm well, i am glad that you did not say people are puking from the skies. Now ain’t that really the grosest thought. I have had groser thoughts about the rain but I have kept them away from this space… cheers!!!