Some chapters of my book are unwritten,
Some fading away with the passage of time,
Some angerily waiting for a read,
Some waiting to be complete.
Random thoughts are striking my mind,
Far there, in the far far land,
As the rainbow shines amidst bright sun,
Rain droplets vanish within seconds.
There is a feeling of happiness,
Sinking in,
For the wonderful scene,
I just witnessed.
Can't talk about rainbows and rains,
No sunshines and hazy rainy days,
The chapters of my life,
Have so many colours,
I wonder which to take to sketch the cover.
What happens to the blank page?
I still have a long way,
To understand this complex life,
Which is a bag full of surprise.
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