A voice

I hear it coming from a distance ..
what is that noise?

soft .. yet brittle .. at times clear
sometimes unclear .. whose is that voice?

i sharpen my ear to follow the voice..
but then get distracted ..

I again move towards it but it vanishes
why am i so attracted ..

if only it was calm .. i could hear it better
if only was clear .. i could see it better
if only it had a fragrance.. i could smell it better ..
if only it was near.. i could feel better 

but its something that i cant see
some thing i cant feel
i cant understand what it is 
i cant follow it either ..

can some one help me find that voice?
can some one be my friend in this adventure?

then i sat down 
tired of following ..
tired of reaching no where
tired of looking for it here and there

i closed my eyes ..
i don't know if i was sleeping
i don't know if i was dreaming
but now i could hear it ..

now it was clear ..
now it had a meaning ..
it said what are you looking for?
it said whom are you seeking?

it said what you want is in you
it said what i seek is nothing but you..
it was me ..
It was i who was calling ..

amazing .. how i never knew this..

It rained last night ..

It rained last night ..

It was dark .. It was stark ..

It was cold .. It was chilly ..

I tried holding on to my blanket ..

I tried to get warm ..

But it kept getting colder and wet

 … the time had frozen so was I.

I tried lighting a candle

To ward off the dark ..

But the cold wind would blow it off

Making it even more dark ..

I kept trying .. but the matchstick got over ..

The dark clouds would hover ..

I kept looking for a warm place ..

But in the darkness I kept stumbling ..

I hurt myself .. I fell down ..

I tried walking across the room .. to look for a hand ..

That I can hold … and feel the warmth ..

I kept walking in the room .. spreading both my arm ..

Looking for arms, in whose comfort I could feel warm …

But I kept stumbling and kept hurting myself ..

I tried calling .. but no one would hear ..

I called harder .. but my echo I could hear ..

So .. I just sat there .. waiting for the rain to go…

I held on to my blanket .. with a tight grip

As that was the only thing that gave me warmth ..

I listened to the rain pouring ..

Each drop .. making a sound .. saying something to me ..

I listened to wind .. each time some one blowing a whistle ..

I sat there whole night .. waiting for the rain to pour ..

And go .. I waited there silently .. for dawn to come ..

But it would keep pouring and become colder …

It rained last night ..

It rained outside .. but..

I felt it inside ..