718 posts
  • shyami 3d

    Thunders quarrelled, lightning snapped and the clouds burst out!! #Rain#

  • kajalpawar2911 1w

    "You may forecast the rains but can never forecast the thundering lightning."

  • blugeni 4w

    I wasn't built for the monsoon
    It is my season to wither

    These overcast skies blurring the mind
    The gloom drowning the heart

    This humid atmos reminding me
    Of anxious brows and clammy palms

    Desolate nights of white noise driving
    Me insane...

    Every clap of thunder
    Echoing through this empty life

    Every bolt of lightning
    Affirming my solitude...

    No respite from the darkness, whatever be the hour
    As out of the psyche crawl my demons
    Into this murk to frolic and scour

    I yearn then of the only light that can save me
    I yearn then for the Sun and His kingdom of summer

    His luminescence banishing the dark
    From every crevice of my heart

    Only the crystal sky can out-blue my melancholy
    Only the crisp air can dry my laundry....and tears

    In those bright spaces my sadness seems so small
    In those clear days living seems so easy

    And I can finally see my silhouetted demon
    Is nothing but nostalgia....


  • taittiriya 5w

    A Rainy Day

    Did I tell you
    That I am gay?
    I met my man
    A rainy day

    Outside it did
    Rain cats and dogs.
    Inside we had
    Warm cozy hugs.

    We kissed and smooched
    Each other's lips,
    While on the leaves
    Rain water drips.

    As frogs croaked and
    Peacocks did say,
    I met my man
    A rainy day.


  • abhishekkamble 6w

    #writersnetwork #ceesreposts #mirakee #miraquill #rains #june #monsoon #love #romance #stories #shortstories #sad #depressing #lively

    @theultimateinsane @_still_in_mess @sou_scribbles_ @writersnetwork @miraquill

    Picture credit not mine

    How June described a rain?

    "Rain please shed a (t)ear and mercy the little me, you are impostering me" - June said while sobbing sarcastically

    A stale summer traumatized by the shopping spree of sweats parched on the tan, she stammered a drizzle over the black tea's brewing aroma that just steamed in granny's balcony and granny's white hair swayed in her twenties, as if her skin was not sullen of window sills.
    June muttered to herself, when she sensed a breathe blaspheming his greyish eyes, for the drooping dark circles were peeping underneath the couch, where the door drunk closed the jagged bottle, "alas! will he ever pardon himself?", June sighed.
    A windy sky later, June's cleverish grin exclaimed, "but I guess few sandals are kept stranded", as she peaked between the silly curtains, while a girl raised her chin. "don't you be the bus stop we slipped upon, for I will again leave the umbrella lurking", the girl mumbled and the bed sheets lied over her soaked, pruney fingers but he vowed her, "I will never let your pasta packet fall off your bicycle, I know you slurp the bowl!". June couldn't be more embarrassed than the girl's cheeks were, but June's feet splashed the browny puddles as petrichor smelled the grass tips.
    One slippery noon, a snoring sky was lazier than the street lamp and a car window, whose sick wiper had her bun messy and annoyed when the rose began to bleed, she looked back huffing with her bluish eyes, "see I told you, you never loved my braids", he knew she would again cross hastily, so he waited for 5.00pm, "maybe she is just angry of you so she won't show herself", his clock told him. So he hushed and the rose fell asleep on the pedestrian.
    A traffic signal's dead sleep had June accident someone's daydream, so June asked, would there have been rains if I wasn't June?

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    A June's dilemma


  • fizaikhtiar 6w


    When a petrichor suddenly hit her senses
    I, the only one, saw her turning into a pulviophile
    & Observed changing of clinomonia into euphoria
    I caught her feelings and a bit anxious yet
    What an orphic character she gets

    The droplets of rain get mingled with her body
    And deeply yet romantically convert the messages
    The messages of love, happiness, joy and hope
    She danced in selcouth manner, giggle and laugh
    And made me mad, wrote a graph on her behalf.


  • pallavi4 9w


    I was born on a hot and humid day
    While the sun was busy blistering the earth
    Thunderous clouds suddenly darkened in the sky
    I was grateful for my timely birth

    The sky started weeping
    Out of happiness, joy and in celebration
    Happily I poured to quench the thirst
    Of the parched lands without any inhibitions

    With my advent new blades appeared
    The mangoes became particularly sweet
    The birds chirped while drinking from puddles
    People sighed deeply out of relief

    Children celebrated my onset by playing
    In my light drizzling afternoon showers
    The trees were happy and turned a vivid green
    Such was the persuasiveness of my inherent powers

    Origami paper boats sailed in my snaking rivulets
    And overjoyed frogs jumped and croaked all the time
    My nimbus clouds covered the sun’s face
    That dutifully gave me space to shine

    Off and on for ninety days
    I wavered from a drizzle to thunderstorms
    Sometimes as hail, sometimes as deluge
    I varied and took several new forms

    While the skies bled and creatures found sustenance
    Rainbows delighted all around me
    I knew my time was close to being done
    For I slowly became sparse and patchy

    Gradually I gave way to Autumn
    Who rid my beloved trees of their leaves
    From the lushness that they had found with me
    Fall managed to bring them to their knees

    I faded away into the harvest season
    Holding back tears of grief and pain
    Who would have thought folk would be happy
    To be rid of the continuous rain ?

    Back I would be with a vengeance, I vowed
    To show them my real worth next year
    And with that my life came a full circle
    Making real all my suppressed fears


    13th of August, 2021

    Pic credit: Pinterest, Picture credited to its rightful owner

    #wod #autobiography #monsoon #rainfall #rains #raindrops #rainy_season #rain #season @writersnetwork #writerstolli #miraquill #MirakeeWorld #writersnetwork #poetry #pod #writerscommunity @miraquill

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  • abhishekkamble 9w

    #shayari #hindi #kuchalfaz #alfaz #kahani #zindagi #romance #tale #life #monsoon #summersky #rains #qoutes #mirakee #writersnetwork #ceesreposts

    @theultimateinsane @_still_in_mess @sou_scribbles_

    "Woh Hawa bhi gumsum si hai,
    shayad kisi ki khwaish Kano ka intezaar Kar Rahi hai"
    - ©abhishekkamble
    "Kuch din dhup aati hai Lekin Chhav Nahi, woh kuch aise hi dhup hai, Jise dekhar me din manta hu"
    - ©abhishekkamble

    1) the wind blows the loneliness, maybe someone's awaited wish yearns an ear

    2)some days it is bright but no clouds surround, she is such a Sun ray whom I call a day

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    Kuch alfaz


  • abhishekkamble 10w

    #romance #shortstory #stories #sunflower #rainbows #music #evenings #citylove #love #life #memories #firstdate #mirakee #pod #writersnetwork #ceesreposts #rains #monsoon #oneday

    @theultimateinsane @sou_scribbles_ @_still_in_mess

    Dedicated to my love❤

    "Meri khwaishe bhi tujhme hai,
    Jo tu Mange Wahi mang lu,
    Bas Itni si khwaish ab sirf meri hai".
    - ©abhishekkamble

    Her sunflower vase

    Her wardrobe painted a blue of his denims, while she sat in her purple gown appealing to the iron board, the steam of his t shirts, it made her realize the iron swaying over the roughs when she breathed all the air in, she pinched her thoughts when she sensed her fingers shallowed over her dimple cheeks, the redness her cheeks had was the paint of red roses he once blushed with, she said to herself, "oh it's almost time", she glanced over the window pane as curtains blew the wheezing wind, "mumma! Oh mumma!" She heard a little shout, that crawled in to peep his mumma through the creaking doorway, she gasped a sigh and bent over to be his embrace.
    "Mumma papa!", The child blabbered as she looked into his tiny eyes that saw her first, she told him, "hey kid, daddy will be coming home, he works hard no, he goes office, he bring fruits, he bring toys, he loves mumma and you", the child whispered a chuckle and pointed his finger at mumma's nose as she kissed his forehead with all her affectionated motherhood, she tucked his head on her bosom, while he hung around her neck with his loosening hold, before she could sing a twinkle twinkle her son already snored a sleep. She then sat on the couch watching the munchkin and pondered how her son will be pulling his bag strap cause it might be too heavy to hung on his delicate shoulder, unaware that they are the bones least bothered about themselves and as she was grabbing her cellphone, he rang the doorbell ! She got up gradually and tip toed her slippers and opened the safety door, looking at her man she couldn't be more impatient than this, to tightly wrap her warmth around his perfumed white collared formals, he always stared at her with the face he looked at her, the eyebrows bowed upon the forehead and the lips longing to curve a bit more and the 'honey please open the door' had her sleepless afternoons evanesce in front of her sight.
    He told her, "ah it was another busy day but hey there's something I have, I have been waiting to give you this", happy at his curious girl, he asked her, "but no cheating you gotta close your eyes first", just to ensure a fair play he blindfolded her "ever waiting" questions, held her hands and asked her to keep them still, he then opened her blindfold and she got her brand new dress that she reluctantly added in her 'wishlist' cart, she jumped and clinged to him, he caressed her sweated and tensed head and rubbed her back which was tired of standing a day long with her multi-tasking, He said, "I knew girl, you waited for my paycheck but how could I wait to see you being this kid again, now you will get a day off and I will do the dishes", she slapped his cheek teasingly and said to herself, " I had never seen a skyline so starry but you gave me a different frame"
    Suddenly he banged his head on his study table, "oh when I fell asleep thinking what all I could do for you", and he sighed, there's still time we marry and he snapped back to the glass window, where he stuck his 'to do' list. He said in his thoughts, "girl thodasa wait, I am getting ready my suite!".

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  • singh99puja 10w

    When people are going for monsoon trips,
    I am even starving for a cup of tea

    - Puja Singh

  • _harmony_in_the_dark 11w


    I change this time of the year.
    This is not to say that I'm not usually romantic
    But this time of the year takes me
    To a 365-pages-love-story kind of romantic.
    I'm not realistic and I don't want to be.
    I'm in the 'lovestruck in Paris' time zone.
    I want to spend my days in your arms
    Listening to songs, sipping coffee
    Having breakfast in bed and watching you
    While you watch the movie.
    But I'm a thousand miles away from you
    Daydreaming about all the memories we could be making
    And I blame it on the season
    But the real reason is the way you stole my heart and how it remains with you.
    How my body aches to be near yours
    Not just this time of the year
    But always and in all time zones.
    I changed.
    Not in July but
    Since I met you.

  • yash_shivam 11w

    Monsoon of Life

    Winds of happiness, Rain of joy
    Petrichor of satisfaction, Enjoy before it cloy.

  • sanusan 12w

    #sanuh #monsoon joy of monsoon can't reflect any of the soul but its too soon ��.

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    O 0 0 monsoon y have been soo soon
    The sky was full of moon
    The dard clouds got no teaspoon
    Soon my kitty can get a honeymoon.

    All colours fits for balloon
    My friends are cartoon
    Can find a frog in front of raccoon
    Still y have come so soon .

    O O 0 monsoon do
    leave the moon
    To shine bright cacoon
    The cold rain kroon.

    O monsoon ,O monsoon
    Why have you been so soon
    Can you see streets
    are alone at the noon.

    O monsoon,O monsoon
    Why have you been so soon
    Why have you been so soon

  • beensn 12w


    Rains in my place during monsoon,
    Brings back all those memories hidden.
    It is so refreshing and my age forgotten,
    Feel like going back to my childhood soft like cotton.
    Those good old days with floods so often,
    Enjoying the bonus holidays 'due to heavy rain'.
    Dripping from top to bottom was not at all uncommon,
    Waiting in vein for the buses which have taken deviation.
    Due to the unexpected road blocks by the trees fallen,
    Bursting thunders so close to frighten.
    Paddy fields becoming oceans- what a scene!
    Good old days, keep coming again and again.
    © beensN

  • lazywriter__ 13w

    Set A: moon
    Set B: What is the color of hope?

    Aim for the sky,
    There's hope
    Colored in blue,
    Saying, "You can do it!"

    Look through a spectrum,
    There's hope
    Colored in white,
    Functioning in unity.

    Look at the moon,
    There's hope
    Colored in darkness,
    Making way for new dreams.

    Look at the brightest Sunray,
    There's hope
    Colored in yellow,
    Preaching your soul.

    Look into the mirror,
    There's hope
    Colored in magical colors,
    Within you!

    There's hope in all colors,
    There's hope in everything,
    You are a firefly,
    Carry your shine of hope along.

    #writings #writingcommunity #poetrylovers #poetry #poets
    #flashes #light #sound #cosmic_drums #monsoon #palanquin #clouds #earth #gentle #gentle_tones #seedlings #mirakee #mirakee_assistant

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    There's hope in all colors,
    There's hope in everything,
    You are a firefly,
    Carry your shine of hope along.


  • inutansharma 13w

    हम इन बादलों को छूने की फ़िराक में तरस गए
    और ये कम्बख्त जाने किस शहर में जाके बरस गए


  • greeshma_p_varghese 13w


    From a distance,
    the incessant chant of monsoon from south west,
    sounds like an old witch practising her craft,
    With heavy sounds and fears
    Brings the cloudburst
    Taking its darkest fears
    From the ocean
    To the land
    It itseft pours down.
    The witch at the ocean
    Waves her wand
    To move it fiercely
    Without any fears.
    Ginger, Ginger
    Is her spell
    To make the land spellbound
    And dance to her tune.
    Even the waves at the ocean
    Listens to what she says.
    It fiercely beats the shore
    As to show what she is.
    The air blown by her
    Comes so cold
    As if it freezes anything for a moment.
    Up Comes the beautiful white angels
    For some time
    Wearing up the black costumes
    With a rainstick in their hand
    To play the melodious song
    And here goes me
    Peacefully hearing the music
    Of pit-pat, pit-pat
    Dozing off
    Curling up
    Into my mother's lap.

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  • writometer_dp 13w

    #monsoon #love
    Monsoon aane wala hain doston��

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    Varsha ritu

    Aa gayi hain varsha ritu,
    Hawa me ghuli mitti ki khusboo se hum ho gaye madhosh,
    Tere aane se kho gaye hamare hosh,

    Baarish ke paani se hare bhare nazare ho gaye,
    Teri iss aahat se ishq hume hua deewane tum ho gaye,

    Par inn baadalon ke garajne se hoti thodi ghabrahat hain, BP hota high pulse 104 hain,
    Par firr bhi mujhe tujhse pyaar hain, pure saal isi pal ka rehta mujhe intezaar hain

    Tu mere dil ko bha gayi kuch ese,
    Band kamre me surya ki phli kiran chayi jo wese

    Aage likhne ke liye shabd nahi hai mere pass kuch or,
    Bas tere baadal bikhre rakhna aasman me charo or

  • towfeeqsyed 14w

    Finally kind water started dripping
    To quench the thirst of soil
    As it had been craving
    For a drop of love.
    The roads decorated with dust
    Having a shower of relief
    With an enticing petrichor.
    Everyone rejoicing the moment
    But that homeless bird
    Soaked in dirt and drizzle
    Shouted from the rooftop
    “Rain never quashes the thirst
    Of a forsaken soul”.

    Syed Towfeeq

  • theobscure 14w

    I can feel the rain carrying within it your fragrance in every drop.
    With every drop that lands on my body, Your fragrance seeps deep into my soul & even if it is for a few minutes I feel one with you.
    This is my Heaven!
    This is my Realml!