Doon 2015

The sun adds a dramatic touch
to an equally dramatic sky;
Both will be here long after we're gone
But there is story we must write, of you and I. 

At the risk of putting more sinful ideas in your head. . . 
Dear Shirin, do remember that I am no good to you if dead! 
(the sunset was too beautiful not to share. . . 
It is only thus that tentatively I dare. . .)

The deluge claimed the sun
But nothing goes on for long 
The sun comes out in triumph
The clouds have sung their song.

Ephemeral though they are. . . 
These pretty raindrops are wise. . .

To live and laugh and dance. . .
In a moment they fall only to rise.

 

There is always a silver lining. . . But why abuse the cloud?