After the Rains

As I sat there in breathless silence, The silence felt louder than the noise,And yet it somehow lent solace,An unexplainable feeling of calm;When the cold breeze gently grazed my hair,With pursed lips, I smiled into the yonder.Rain droplets trickling down trees and into puddles,The sporadic cawing of a lone crow atop a tree,These were the … Continue reading After the Rains

Navaratri

Navaratri - nine nights filled with festivities,Cheerful women clad in brick red silk sarees,Throng into the quaint lanes of the city;To celebrate the triumph of good over evil;The deity’s idol shimmers in glints of gold,And the city shines in vibrant hues of joy;The incessant ringing of the temple bells,And the beating of drums in jubilation,Fills … Continue reading Navaratri

The Language of Rain

Redolent, pristine, and tender, The pleasing scent of petrichor. Hear the clatter of tiny rain droplets, Trickling down a sparking brooklet. See blinding lightning streak in the skies, Stay still and lend an ear! To rumbling thunder's furious cries, A soft murmur became a deafening roar. Indeed, an orchestral crescendo! The sky - she has … Continue reading The Language of Rain

A king in his realm…

His palace was made of tarpaulin, And regal crown made of tin foil; His reign filled with quaint lanes, The plastic pipe he held – his sword cane; Dilapidated, dingy narrow lanes – Yet, Filled with abundant love, I bet! Bottle caps, buttons, cardboard, Were invaluable treasures he guarded; His arrival announced royally in style, … Continue reading A king in his realm…