I like the town on rainy nights Mirror my heart that cries alone Clouds that carry half my grief Pour down to wash away pain Of yesterdays gloom so heavy It choked my sobs and left away
I left the song that I came to sing Sorrow bloom on the echo of lyrics Drops still fall on puddles on road One drop two drop, like my tears Sideways clear of dust and dirt, also Flecks of memories from my mind
Flickering streetlights reaching for The distant and foggy moonlight Strangers brisk walk to their abode Some stay back, this rain they adore Half of them cries and half smiles Heavenly shower brings out the best
Pitter patter mellow on the footpaths Mist settled glossy on the glass doors Silhouettes so far away puzzle my gaze Can it be somebody that I used to know I don't find out as they leave in haste Do they know what bliss they missed
Every drop that touch my cold skin Light breeze that caress my open hair Murmur in my ears as if sweet whispers That they know what I hide in my heart Later when I lay back on the cozy sheets Couldn't help falling in love with rainy night
DAD You put in a window for me so the zephyr will b- ring along dreams and kiss my skin leaving traces of hope that'd stay.
You are scared to let the shield down, but so am I to walk out in the wild who didn't pity a soul like you rs but you whisper in my ear that,itwill be okay. I have got your back a nd those words w ere enou togetme going ilov eyoudad
Your tears can bring about a flood on my entire being, leaving riots but your smile is enough to scare away the darkness of my soul
-raika, a scared daughter of a dauntless brave father
When the Sun begins to slacken its ochre hold over the sky, it intensifies the urge to cut loose ropes and erase away lines. The night ignites the intimacies, threads a flirt with the zephyr and gulps down the gravity you're tired of clinging on to.
The curtains are neatly folded in, as the moonbeam accretes an aura that nestles serenity and tranquility in its rays. You sense the wind hit your pale, tired face, initially like a smack, but slowly it tenders down, as it gracefully takes away the tiredness off your bones and eyes, and kisses you gently, cradling in its arms of limitless and boundless peace. You touch the windowpane to feel the rain wash away the dust.
You smile a little, it flirts a little more. It brushes past your hands and beckons you to slice it off like a knife, running with both your arms spread wide alike the wings of a bird, to run past it and cut through it like throbbing past an ice cube to drown in the flood, the wildness ensuing.
The clock halts itself at three past seven, to watch you sing with the stars, dance with the daises and walk past the streetlights. The silence drapes you in its grip, comforting and warm, serving you with every moment to be licked like it's timeless and eternal. The time suspends itself in the vacuum, savouring the weightlessness. It enjoys the feel of the nakedness, bereft of its banality in the homes of mere clocks and watches. It is when, it gauges the infinity, the parallel lines stretching till the end of the moment.
When your lungs are finally tired, the clock ticks to 3:08. Sleep brims around your eyes, and you lie down, comfort blanketing your body and tapering to the last minutes of the chase, of the thrill.
It is the infinity that measures the finitude. It is the freefall that boasts your nerves to once again cling on to gravity, to bear the touch of weight, to be thrown down on the ground, off from suspension in the vacuum, till you need another shot, another high, another freefall, to feel back the gravity, to keep going.
There's a lot of Glimmer Shining brightly In our eyes Too much of everything Makes one wonder What is it like To be someone More than just ordinary? Can we shine enough? We ask ourselves.. But only for once, Would you Wash the glimmer And search for yourself In the dark? I'm walking in the Parking lot, Alone with my redundant thoughts Too much noise My mind cries Until the lights go off Rendering brimful of soothing silence. And the sky looks the Brightest after almost A hundred days those Passed amidst four walls.. I look in the sky, Pointing every constellation My smile reminds me of Joy, after a long day Or week, or month I can't say.. But I point up At the question mark And realise, The sky is clueless Of its actions too.. Maybe we all are, Breathing, so confused Mazed in our thoughts And doings "qui sait" being my favourite Phrase in my twenty's Kinda scares me.. But I stand Infront of The mirror, Too dark to see Those spots And imperfections on my face, I smile and admire The prettiness adorning How darkness has hidden Beauty no one talks about.. My mind has been Rumbling a lot of thoughts, The kind that I don't like To think about.. The kind, for which I Don't admire myself much But this poem is Not about that anymore.. I just want to sit under The sky and gaze At those stars You know..