It rains when you fall in love.
It should rain.
There should be a cool breeze
Brushing against your cheeks.
The sky should paint itself in
Colours you can't name.
And in a Saree she should
Walk in slow motion.
The heart should pace up
And mind, go numb.
The bones should lose density
To skip the early phase of evolution-
So that you can have wings
To defy gravity. And you'll not be
The same once you're back to
The ground reality-
The memory of a flight is
Enough to bind you to the sky.
And an instance of her face
To create an ebb for once..
You're done for life.