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.