Rain on a sunny day...
A rainy day has its own pour of weep. Oblivious to our own situations and people around, we do weep many a time with a smiling face. Like rain on a sunny day. People misunderstand our exterior images to something that is non existent. No matter how we try to explain them, the interior is never realised by anyone else but yourself. Somehow, there is a strange beauty in the sadness of it all. People with eyes are usually blind to another heart's thought. And yet we smile... with no inhibitions but with a heart full of unforgotten tales. Our own heart's darkest corners are our own worst fears. We might get prepared to face a bullet in the skull but not to those corners of the heart. Some thought we all have. My own darkest fear is something that I face everyday. A fear that haunts me with pleasure. The knowing that my fear is wrong makes it even more enigmatic. Sometimes you wonder whether it was a person who haunted you or was it merely a thing. I wonder the same