I have always found the end of January to be the best time of the year in the hills . the sun drenched hills are still an emerald green and the air is crisp but spring’s bite is still a month away…..
Touched by the ambience ,
I try to seek your presence,
No not your presence but I claim you,
Come and take my soul with you …..
When my urge of dedication will mingle with your urge of presence ,
Pour your love on me…
and I will tear my arteries and drench you with my blood ….
Which will merge our souls in heaven …..
And shower us with the divine rain…..