QuEnCh

There are a few drops

STILL...

on my palm,

that fell from my eyes...

UNTILL

you came..

I am your river

My dear rain..

FILL

me with tears of your mirth

KILL

forever my quench.....

Your Name..

When i whisper
The sweet name of yours,
Blows a gale
Across my barren land.

Through the times immemorial,
And those golden sand;
Brings the wind
A cloud of down pour;
Gives us dreams, hopes
And charms some more

Brings the storm,
A soul unflurred;
Standing against the wind
Just to hear-
The wind, whispering your name;
With that old remembered flame!!