Tag Archives: Rain
Reverie
Curled up
in a corner
staring at the mossed walls
amidst the light that devours fireflies
the petrichor is now stronger
than all the ales I had
this reverie
the imagery shows no sign of ceasing
and with everything coming back to me
I am ready to stumble again
and fall every step
to write and rewrite
the joy is somewhat incessant
like it always has been.
Bolted
Some women are magic,
they play with their hair,
let off a smile,
and quietly
in steps drown you
in a infinite pool
of unrequited love
But she was different,
a glance at her,
dancing merrily,
like a 5 year old,
she just bolted within me,
forget drowning
and I never even heard the thunder,
just felt it all my life.
Walk
As I walk down in the drizzle
in a rush to avoid the rain
I see all the people doing same
they are the same who prayed for rain
and end from unbearable heat.
then I stood in the rain for a while
and watched
a poor boy dancing with his dog
in this rain.
ignoring the crowd, the rain, even the gods.
I laughed on my life, shackles and the dog wagging his tail.
Veracity Challenge
Hola Friends,It’s been an exciting week,i had surprise trips that kept me busy, finally me back to work. This week i was challenged by Soumya (https://livinglifewithsoumi.wordpress.com/) to write a complete paragraph without the use of adjectives,The rules:
1) Write a paragraph without using a single adjective.
2) Keep the link of the original Veracity Challenge in your post (so that the creator of the challenge may receive a pingback).
3) Anyone can join the challenge, you don’t have to be nominated!
4) Nominate 6 Bloggers for this challenge
“Beauty”
Clouds,
thunder,
lightning,
drizzle,
dogs running,
people watching,
me thinking,
over a coffee,
to write,
then i decide,
not today,
it is not right,
to skip a beauty,
and fail to create another,
For nominations,every writer with word ticking his mind is free to write and accept this challenge. 🙂
There is a vision for a perfect day in my head,
finishing the books i have always said,
listening the rain drizzle on the window,
brewed coffee with view of the meadow,
Writings to Heaven 
