Pocket full of Lines

Once again, there lies a thin blanket
Of dust on the leaves.
Since couple of days my pocket seems so heavy.
Tonight I am planning of an operation on my pocket.
The pocket is still heavy.
There must be few centimeters of rain in it,
Not like Cherapunji though.
But just few drops of that rain
Which can drench me completely.
There must be some green leaves too
Which looks greener coz of fresh love.
Do you remember the last rain...i bought those clouds
For you in my pocket.
Do you still have the mark? My touch?

Last night I did an operation of my pocket.
The whole pocket was filled with lines and lines.
Not exactly a poem
But I call it a 'pocket full of lines'.