Paper boat in the Rain,short but blissful

I was to hear something new unknown ,exiciting and intriguing creation of a newbie.The very thought of it made me jump around inside.Sounded cool as if i was the diva of a painters imagination.It was raining heavens inside,,i was in a good mood mischievious and fliratatious .He passed on the shuffle pod with a slight sparse of expression puzzling around his face, a hard smile veiled the little storm building in him to the anxiousness of my reaction forthcoming.Was he nervous,no he wasnt ..his eyes were filled awaiting something to here, the feeling was similar to a mother fresh in labour waiting penchantly for part of her in form,she can clearly and loudly hear the heart beat of the baby but yes she want to feel the touch ,yes its exiciting essenced with sweet pain.Yes it was it in his eyes too, expressive as they can get .Dreams ,feelings all hidden safely with a bolt of duty ..heavy but my darling manages no oughts out on his petite shoulders.Dark as the eyes can get with a sparsh tinge of emotion i see it through in to them.He tries hard to hide the images the eyes want to show me, but i can see through.I knew it would happen ,,hmm did i expected this ,,may be not but yes this makes me feel special,yes special like a murderer !.Am I an attention seeker,merry at the moment rather doesnt want to miss an occasion hearing great stuff about me.No am nt but still ,then alas how can i just ignore those rarest beings and i thug myself how many can make you feel special.Those who did are the safest jewels stuck in your soul maybe forever.What if i dont own them i can feel the smell of rain ,,thou its showered in the hot summer for seconds.
    Whats making me so jittery to write this down,i donno i cant put it .Is it guilt of peircing in to one more innocent heart,young,joyful ,dreamy who is all set to make his life big with targets away with unripe dreams .Why did destiny wanted to test his emotions for a while.It would be a passe a day for the lad someday,but still it will echoe breaking silence in deep thought of ours..As i see now ,this very moment is filled with some dischord,that little tinkle just above the that tiny mole in his white clear eye with a plasm of moist around trying to tell me million expressions of joy,the admiration and the joy he feels for me.I see the dimple and the eye synced in a duet of harmless warmth tune topped with a curve at the edge of the lip.Oh this little one is intense ,it was a crackling chemistry between him and me.The febble shaky voice of his and so many bottled up words with a confusion.. should i say or shouldnt I.Should i do or shouldnt I always keeping a tollgate to his deeds and words.I see him as a birdie which has to go miles away for high destinies one day ,,but the birdie just got stuck in mud for a while.It liked the smell of the mud ,yearns to be in here .But it knows it cant ,its destination is not here,The mud is alien and will not be its forte.It cant survive this summer.It has to move on and it knows but still....Sweet and short but god you played it again ,,birdie adores the alien mud.The essence of it will be ever fresh in its veins.
  Trembling slender fingers of his offered to listen a new tune.I see all the nights and the hours which he slogged on to the making of it.Oh i see midlight oil and the sweat dripping on his forehead .It started of like a breeze on the beach slow and slow as the coming wave,hit me harder as it went ..I was in to the wave at the end of it.The wave conquered me i say.Tune deepened as it progressed ,my chirpy uncool unemotive haul had a pause ,i closed my eyes tryin to figure out a shadow.There it goes dressed in white ,she is dancing around the fields under the sun,happy carefree with a childly happiness around.she looks mad crazy trying to tell me she is free ,independent.Her moves were swift ,depth in her eyes wanting for love ,,love is in her she is romantic ,yeah she was said the sexaphone.Love moved in anger,,oh what the dramatic twist as the love in her created the storm ,,wondering is the storm is within her.She is angry furious with everythng,no she is angry with herself.She needs to be put in sleep ,,calm down dame the beats were pleading her,the notes were pumping life in the shadow .Beat of stirngs,beat of drums ,high and low ,levels all conglomorated to sketch the girl out of the parady.It went on till i opened my eyes.I had no complaints it was beautifully made ,,heart touching peice of chord ,,i see the effort ,i feel the warmth ,i feel that sweet nothing you have for me,,am  blessed and shall miss more of such tunes ahead dedicated only for me,,but as the climax knocked , i was hit and worried as it sulked in pain,,,why my angel in the shadow was left in weeps..tragic end disturbed me wondering me many uncertainties within ,,boomeranging my stirngs again and again.
   I concluded the experience with an eternal feel of wanting more analysing and painting more colors to the girl in my shadow each time when i hear.I see him daily and daily made us thick friends on a common seat ,,with an angle to the neck ,loud are conversations,,short but sweet ,,no this is aint love this is just sweet nothing,he is like a teddy in my closet which I dont wanna play with ,i dont wanna hurt ,neither i wanna leave,nor i can forget ..neither i wanna dump it.It reminds me of my innocence,the purity in me.He makes me feel good,yes he is the paper boat in rain of my life.He will be shortlived sitting beside me in my seat but he is blissful and safegaurded in mind.,,i donno am not in love but yes am the mud which was waiting for that birdie to dwell out the innocence,the loud,the chirpy,the kid ,the mischeif,the scoop of soft outta hard outer me.He is not my childhood buddy but i wish he would have,.Am happy i met him .He is my alter ego and he will be a friend always in this journey of mine,,may be far in miles but near in my memory lanes.