Quixotic

As I stood looking out into the stretch,
Beauty  picturesque – a perfect  sketch,
Warm winds brushing against my cheek,
Calmness and charm for themselves speak.

Peace spread over as far as my eyes can see
And  the  winds  playful  on  a  flirting  spree,
The morning sun  riding  on the rising beam,
Seamlessly laid out on the soothing theme.

But, I tried  decoding  that mystic theme,
– The thumping sun and the fiery beam –
Chasing dreams, like bees on spree,
Behind veiled doors, none can see.

Oh! I sense tones hushed as these elements speak,
The rawness  and  ridicule  evident  on my cheek,
For it’s my mind fabricating the quixotic sketch,
It’s just the barren  desert  rearing in the stretch.



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Feeling the Rain. Still.

Standing on the edge of the cliff.
As I stared at the far off horizon, I could
Feel the clouds lurking somewhere in the sky,
And feel the fleeting winds zip by.

All of a sudden, it started to pour.
Leisurely, and then gained pace,
I stood there, drenched in the rain,
Not willing to go, feeling inane.

The evening gradually rolled in,
Wrapping the earth in its gloomy veil.
I stood there, absorbing the last few rays
Piercing through the long drawn haze.

And I lay down on the ground,
Soaking my soul in the numbing sounds,
I lay there, with my awakened sense of touch.
Never have I enjoyed the shower so much.

Know not when I fell asleep
Know not when the morning broke
I woke up, with the sun staring at my face,
Shining vigorously with all its grace.

As I stood up, my dress dripping wet,
And turned to go back to my place, I could
Feel the clouds lurking somewhere in the sky,
And feel the fleeting winds zip by.

– A night dedicated to the rain Gods

Standing on the edge of the cliff.

As I stared at the far off horizon, I could

Feel the clouds lurking somewhere in the sky,

And feel the fleeting winds zip by.

All of a sudden, it started to pour.

Leisurely, and then gained pace,

I stood there, drenched in the rain,

Not willing to go, feeling inane.

The evening gradually rolled in,

Wrapping the earth in its gloomy veil.

I stood there, absorbing the last few rays

Piercing through the long drawn haze.

And I lay down on the ground,

Soaking my soul in the numbing sounds,

I lay there, with my awakened sense of touch.

Never have I enjoyed the shower so much.

Know not when I fell asleep

Know not when the day broke

I woke up, with the sun staring at my face,

Shining vigorously with all its grace.

As I stood up, my dress dripping wet,

And turned to go back to my place, I could

Feel the clouds lurking somewhere in the sky,

And feel the fleeting winds zip by.

As if nothing happened…

Nothing is real and nothing to get hung about.

Its not the sun,
Its not the heat,
Its the ambition
Which is burning in it…

Its not the soft scene
Its not the shining sheen
Its the purity in it
Which makes it look just as green…

Photo Courtesy : Debaleena