Sitting under the mango tree I lie in the shade carefree, I see the sun glowing high I feel the breeze passing by. I know my heart is weary and so is my mind, I believe the world has been unkind. My eyes move around and the surrounds look tired too, Everything looks tainted when I look for a clue or two. My thoughts are interrupted by a drop of rain I didn’t see things change while I chased my pain. Time had gone by and life had moved on I woke up from my dream to another hopeful dawn… Advertisements
A medley of thoughts A song which was sung before A time that always stands still, But I know there is a morning to this night. A fight between now & then A struggle of heart over mind, There exists a morning to this night. I am a phoenix a-rise from ashes, A new dawn and I bath in the shining water of rays I always knew there is a morning after this night. P.S -The poetry is about the highs and lows of life. When we hit a bump we undergo emotions, which have been experienced before. We fail to recognise that better times await once we are through with this night of confusion and despair. The morning here is synonymous to the “better times” and night to the time of hopelessness. I clicked the above picture when i was out for a jog, on a cold foggy morning, in Pune. The scene created by the rising sun amidst the silhouettes of coconut trees found an apt connection to my poetry!
A logic of Sane Insanity, Finding peace in harrowing madness, Alliance of love between disconnected hearts. A world of perpetual perplexity, such is a life of my city – of hollowness & density.
A wait of months, A struggle of a year, and I was transformed. I teared the clouds, I swayed in the arms of air, I can see what lies beneath. I touched the cheeks of trees, Knocked the windowsill and kissed the ground. I am floating, to mix with the sea, the skies await, A mingled chain, wanderlust of Rain.