My musings and scribbling out of a diary. Many articles are still under work in progress....continue to watch this space!








Saturday, May 24, 2008

Romancing the rain



As the sky looms like a dark veil
I look up expectantly, craning my neck
I hear the familiar thundering sound
And then the first drop of rain falls to the ground

In the cold drizzle before the downpour
Strolling on the sidewalks unhurriedly
I soak in everything that is so lovely
And so eager for the rain



I sit by the window, flipping pages from my book
The rain is coming down in heavy torrents
My eyes keep glancing over the window sill
To where the rain falls, that is where I want to be


Its past dusk, with no sign of electricity
Wickers burn bright in oil lamps
Forming shadows on the walls
Seated huddled around a hurricane lamp
Eerie stories are discussed animatedly

The night envelopes, and I crawl into my bed
Frogs and crickets croak loudly
While the rain pours unabated
Soon, I am blissfully asleep
For it was the sweetest lullaby


Dawn breaks, with the rain venting its fury still
I walk on rain soaked roads along the beach
The wind threatens to blow away my umbrella
I step on the sand barefoot, gazing at the waves
It is a sight to behold - the sea so furious yet so beautiful

Life seems to have come to a standstill
As if in sheer reverence to the rain
I want to do nothing but laze, so
I curl up inside a blanket with my favorite book
Only to slip into a slumber yet again

The rain takes pity in due course
And tapers down to a light drizzle
The paper boats are ready in plenty
And as I let them in slowly
Some sail down to unknown destinations
While some keep going in circles in water puddles


I smile recollecting all the beautiful memories…….
The excitement when the radio announces school holiday
The refreshing feeling of getting drenched to the bone
The unmistakable smell of damp earth after the rain
The joy of shaking off the rain drops from the trees
Rain brings countless emotions
Bliss, excitement, peace, melancholy
It brings out the child in you, without doubt
Am I left with a choice?


Thursday, May 08, 2008

NaRgiS


Its not long since I have met her
But how well I have come to know her
She can weave magic with her words
And bring things to life with her art

There is such passion in her creation
Sometimes it reflects the pain within
She has a strong personality, no doubt
But also an inner self so true to her name.....Nargis

Wish I could share her burden
Wish I could say some soothing words
But words seem to fail me
How inadequate I felt...

I wish her well for the future
With all blessings showered
For she is indeed to me
A very special friend.