Its a bliss to get back here after many years
Its a bliss to see that same old little window in that old house
Its a bliss to see that same rainbow behind those rocks from that little window
And it braught me back all those memories of the temple;the rock;and the rain coming from a distance
Its through this little window
I used to hear the morning raga from the temple,
Its through this old wooden window
I used to feel the summer heat from the huge rock it faces,
And Its through this old little window
I used to watch the rain coming from a distance with a roaring noise...
And its through this old window
I used to watch the rain flowing like a waterfall from the rock
I could still see that little boy here
holding these stiles and waiting for the rain to come
I could still remember the twinkle in his eyes
when he feels the gentle cool breeze when it drizzles
I can still recollect the dreams of that little boy
which he built up looking through this small window gazing the blue sky...
Its disheartening to go back ,
But I need to go back to live my dreams and passion
But these memories will never fade from me anytime,
its green;will be green; always and forever in my thoughts............