I like the town on rainy night. For pluviophile, it is a delight. Dark pregnant clouds swirls above, Lightning lightens the dark sky. Rain flawlessly falls from heaven, Drenches parched forlorn souls with passion. Pitter patters on pellucid humid emotions. Settles the dust, rejuvenates the moribund. Laconically, as it is rains All and sundry meet their muse.
And me, with mug of mocha cupped in my hand, bewildered by mellifluous melody of drizzle, sips and unfurls the vivid concocted tales of each rain drop. Each droplet has its own sanative story that quenches the thirst of my soul.
Raindrops furnished with my beloved's warmth and intimacy splashes on my lips and I taste her piquant flavour. Tender breeze relaying petrichor of her sepharic love wafts into my breaths as I open the closed windows of my heart.
The rain dissolves the yearning, as we sail on paperboats of eternity and the town celebrates us. Heaven shapes the perpetual rainbow against our dark skies. Love awakens aesthetically, girdles the town, and time slumbers to the elysian lullabies of the divine rain.
This was written long time ago in my diary when I was in my first relationship and had first typical teenage fight. Eventually, this write-up did help to woo her and bring some peace.Today when I saw the moon in the afternoon, it reminded me of my writeups and first love so I shared.
Perching on a parched ground I look around. Children frolicking, Birds hovering, exploring warm exquisite nests. Amidst, a green but blanched parrot fettered in a den of depravity. Vast blue sky, swirling above it's head. The voice of the sky reverberates in its heart as waves in an ocean. Eyes dark and bold longing for freedom. Docile soft beak, cracked claws, bruised wings, sore bosom, shedding feathers forever. Dusted survival skills, and foraging an activity of remote past that is long dissolved. YET Warbles paean with pugnacity. Singing of freedom, dreams of conquering skies, defying gravity. Perpetually fighting for flight. In an unlearned surrounding that sponsors survival of the fittest.
Sky gathering clouds, It is getting dark. I head towards my cage On the bough in my heart, the bird echoes and I realise Oh boy, it was a parrot, It parroted me. Our lives so irrevocably interwined We are on the same page. Rain started, I guard the bird in my bosom.
Life is weird. I stood in the mirror and saw a frown overtake my cheeks. because I realized that some days you can go from happy to sad in just a heartbeat. and in that split second, you feel the heat. the heat that pushes the air out from your chest to your sternum, then to your throat, to only make you choke. to make you feel the first tear. Make its salty way down your face. and then you watch it drop. and you can't change the process because gravity can't be changed. and so I watch my tears drop. I watch as they drop onto My hands, and as I look down at my hands they shake. they shake and the blood from My wrists slowly begins to stain my bed.
I thought I would never be able to accept Anyone as my bestie when my bestie left me. But, lately I've been thinking and realized I've been thinking and realized that You are my best friend and will always be.
To the optimist me, By pessimist me.
Happy National Wala Friendship Day to Myself #bb_me
It's soothing to my heart's content sky flowered droplets a while ago relieving scorching sun's cruel reign. It's gratifying to my eye's elation my faded rice plants grow up laughing mildly setting green feign. It's pacifying to my ear's delight black bees fly on the blossoms kissing and sucking honey dew in vain. It's embellishing to my mouth's taste guavas green and yellow few adorn the trees, some are lain. It's too pleasing to my sense' s joy this year I'll be bestowed with barn full of blissful all golden grain. It's promising to all the empty bellys for a morsel of food and good that would at ease erase all the pain.