The Sound of Rain

You'll find me When the skies darken The Eagles soar high above the clouds Where the woods deepen, The greens cover up like a shroud. When the first drop tastes my lips, More embrace me, Seep within, drench me to the bone, Beat down harder, And in ecstasy, cry out loud. _______________________ This post is … Continue reading The Sound of Rain

For Sundays

Sundays are for the things you love. For a dip within yourself. For the memories that made you And specially the ones that moulded you. *** Sundays are for you To love yourself, unwind yourself To scatter the pieces of you Carelessly, mindlessly. *** Sundays are for the pajamas, Messy hair, bad breath, For strewing … Continue reading For Sundays

Souls That Weren’t Done Living

Those tiny sounds you hear at night, whose source you can't identify. That movement you sense only to find no one when you turn. You think it's nothing. But what if there's someone trying to communicate with you from the parallel world?

I Played With Fire

Note - This poem is structured in such a manner that, the number of lines increases in each stanza I once played with fire.   I played with fire, Thinking, not all fires could burn me.   I played with fire again! And felt its power. To char, to destroy.   I played with fire. … Continue reading I Played With Fire

The Emerald Tears

  The skies cried. The emerald tears Froze on Earth. Note - This is a view from my window this monsoon. The water weeds & the weeds from the woods have merged to give this wondrous spectacle.

Stars on Earth

The bright twinkling silver drops Like diamonds studded in pitch black canvas Fell for her every night.   Following my biggest ever writer's block, Parul at Happiness and Food, Somali at Prepforum & Jan at Jan's Doodles suggested I do photo prompts. With a bit of push from Jithin's side, here is my entry for Mundane Monday Challenge. … Continue reading Stars on Earth