Amorphous Creativity

Fluttering heart and naughty butterflies, Made her believe in his disguise, He claimed and she believed, This was the love,  she had always  conceived Bit by bit the facade broke down, Tears followed every fight and frown, Breaking her trust was his final blow, Making it easy for her to let him go, He had turned from any stranger to her special 'Someone', only to go ahead and prove, He really was her 'Anyone' !

In the middle of a confused day, The sort when sun and clouds  hide and seek play, A messaged beeped and brought out the sun, "I shall see you at eight" She beamed and felt a rush, The rush of a first date! What do I wear, was her first thought, Before too many thoughts came pouring in a lot, What would we talk about, how would it be? The way he truly is, will I get to see? Her chain of thoughts was broken  as the clock struck an hour, She realized looking at the clock, Eight is not that far! Looking dapper, flowers in hand, He arrived not a minute late, Checked herself out for the last time, Wearing a lovely smile, she greeted him, Knowing she was ready  for her date at eight!

Little tinkling drops of rain, Splash and hit my window pane.. A smile appears on my face, As the rain never ceases to amaze.. Its nature's blessing for romance The perfect excuse and a great chance, For a long drive to no where, An excuse to show you care,  Or to have a heart to heart, To find new love too, it could be the perfect start.. A season to let go and have fun, Alone or with someone, It turns the dull city into green, There something about it  that is calm and serene... Monsoon can make your hearts soar, So welcome it and get drenched to the core...