Incomplete Night when it rained poetry... !

Let it rain poetry as we walk down this lane of a beautiful memory
Streets made of rocks beneath, with street light burning dim
Words to cling on to as the winds blow, Under the umbrella of romance
What beauty is it to walk under a full moon as it drizzles a little
No cars, no crowd... As if the Moon itself is a candle and
The world our dining hall!

Lets sing poetry, dance to the Words and get lost in the joy
For we are young and racing against time, for today will get old tomorrow
Lets make love like the wild pigeons do...
Knock on every door of poetry to have a peek at whats inside
Inside the world of poems filled with Love, Pain and Dreams!

Lets stroll down this lane till the corner
Where the lights fall in love with darkness
Barely retaining their meaning just to let us taste the poetry,
For the night is young and cold, Day will come soon
And the poetry will fall asleep!

Who needs a pen and paper, All we need are eyes
To write the poetry down on the skin till it is engraved into the heart
Buried deep down, never to be forgotten when it dawns tomorrow,
For the poet is young and immature,
The words may find a way out... "Lets stroll this night when the poetry rains!"