A night in the rain

As the earth is savoring rain's refreshing kisses

He starts recollecting his treasured blisses

Sitting beside an open window

He takes a stroll in memory's meadow.

Horns of vehicles play the background score

As he reaches to his mind's core

Quenched are all his senses

As he tears down all his prejudiced fences

His long, uncut hair flies in the cool breeze

As he makes these moments to freeze

The trees glimmer with glistening leaves

Rain pouring through cloud's sieves

These clouds decorate the canvas of the sky

Making the whole scene a treat to the eye

Pondering about who is its painter ?

He bows in awe and gratitude, to God - the almighty creator.

Written on 25/6/2011

Submitted for Jingle Poetry Potluck 44 -Painting Whispers 

Happiness comes from all directions

North, south, east, west

The best one comes when someone tells 

That you are one of the best 

This poem has been published in The dVerse Anthology. It is a collection of many beautiful poems from poets all around the world and has been edited by Frank Watson.

The Fantastic Fall

He was clinging to confusion's cliff

With the tightest possible grip

As his body began to go stiff

His hands began to rip.

To his luck , he found  a thread

He thought of  holding on to it

Only realizing its a serpent instead

After he was severely bit

He prefers to fall silently

Towards the sea of reality

Swaying in the wind gallantly

 He discovers his inner serenity. 

Prompted by : Three Word Wednesday CCXLV

Submitted for : One Shot Wednesday 

The Calm before the Storm

Creatures of the day are sleeping..

Creatures of the night are peeping..

Its a dark and silent night.

The dry leaves are rustling.. 

The cool wind is whistling..

Its a cool and quiet night.

All of a sudden, there is a spark..

Sky is filled with clouds - huge and dark.. 

Its begun to drizzle.

Show of lightening and thunder..

Tearing the calmness asunder.. 

Things changed like a ruffled puzzle.

Now the strong scary wind growls..

As scared street dog howls..

Here comes the scornful storm! 

To its mighty force, the trees dance.. 

Blurred is everything, within a glance.. 

Nature has taken its fearful form.

Submitted as part of Thursday Poets Rally 47

Wrong Direction

There were omens,
There were signs,
All pointing to a wrong direction.


A source which was luminous,
Looked like the pole star,
But pointing to a wrong direction.


Patterns were all erratic,
Left with memories antique,
On the wrong direction.

Prompted by Three Word Wednesday - http://www.threewordwednesday.com/2011/06/3ww-ccxliii.html

Submitted for : One Shot Wednesday Week 51 

A Beautiful Day

As the Sun shines in all its glory,
Burning away everyone's worry.
With his amazing and empowering light,
Making our days joyous and bright.

As the morning breeze caresses the face,
With her soothing touch and grace .
Evaporating every bad and troubled thought
Bringing the peace of mind , always sought.

Lovely birds flying around in happiness,
Filling the air with their chirp's sweetness.
Then you hear your heart say,
Its a beautiful day!!!

                                 POETRY POTLUCK- Inspired by a Song ~ Jingle Poetry

Split Poet

He found solace in play of words,
As he butchered hope's tiny birds.
He lost himself in the war of words,
As he buried all his mind's swords.


From one insanity to another, 
He falls like a broken feather.
His mind runs a thousand times,
On the thought, which eternally rhymes.


Caught in his own mind's treason,
He appears to be single person,
But each moment his is many,
Alas the next moment he isn't any.


His moods swing from left to right,
As his thoughts, he sits to write.
His thoughts jump from right to left,
Until sleep makes his mind's theft .

Me vs Myself

Submitted for :

One Shot Wednesday 50 

Home Sweet Home

With gravel and sand,

With bricks and cement,

Strong and sturdy... Yet incomplete.

 

Had windows and doors,

Had floor and ceiling, 

Large and lovely... Yet incomplete.

Had walls all around,

Also a well-built compound,

Secure and spectacular... Yet incomplete.

From the foundation,

To the terrace,

I had it all... Yet incomplete.

I was an inanimate house,

You made me a lively home,

With your joys and prosperity... I am complete.

Submitted for :-
Theme Thursday : Brick

Posted at the second week of OpenLinkNight of DVersePoets.