I listen to the rain till I fall asleep, The aimless music has a million tunes, The dripping, trickling and showering water every time feels so differently new, As the ends of two clouds meet and clutter, There is the crackling of a mild thunder, That brings a slight shiver down the spine, Like the favourite song that you listen, When it touches your soul and mind.
The relentless drizzling rain ensures, The perpetual nature of the endless tune, The water softly striking the shades, And the rain drops crawling to the tips of leaves that flow, Falling onto the ground making ways, Through the crevices to the abstract hollow.
Under the pearly twilight, The crickets sing to add cacophony, To the much preserved water laden symphony, And rain like a forlorn spirit consumes the night, As my eyelids fall over my eyes seeking bliss, From the harmonious imagery that is created, Tuning with my soul and mind.
A feather in a diary old Long ago i had to enfold. The emotions I couldn't hold. It was lying under a tree You picked it up and gave it to me. "If I am forever gone, then it will help you to move on". Destiny slapped me hard. You were laid to rest in a graveyard. I was torn apart. Then that feather came flying to me from nowhere. It gave me goosebumps and scare. So I hid it in a diary and left it there. After few autumns when some pain left like withering leaves. And my body accumulated some warmth to withhold winters. I felt as if you touched me softly. I couldn't control and ran abruptly With trembling hands I held the same diary I looked at the feather A sudden change in weather Thunder struck my heart. With teary eyes I relived again our story. As I touched my face with it. It felt as if you gave a kiss. Now I write about you to fill my heart that was once stark. Love letters..... And that feather is my bookmark.