Friday, June 21, 2013

Confined


I can hear the wind whistling
I can hear the rain's rhyme
I can hear the the birds chirping
I can imagine the trees swaying
In the midst of the mundane
I am confined
Confined in the arms of monotony

I want to feel the whistling wind
I want to feel the rain
I want to see the chirping birds
I want to see the swaying trees
I want no longer to be confined
I want to be free
From the confines of the inevitable
The inevitable monotony

Thursday, June 6, 2013

The Monsoon Musical


As raindrops kiss the parched earth
And quench her thirst
We're treated with a pleasant petrichor
While the pretty performers prepare for a show
A show for all us earthlings
Everyone's served, not just the first

Here comes the monsoon musical
With a script like no other
And characters so unique
They bring for us song and dance
A performance that takes us to trance

One by one come the performers
First come the raindrops
That dance carelessly in synchrony
To the symphony of rainfall
A beat here, then one there
And then here and there

Then sneaks in the graceful lighting
For a special appearance
And lights up the show
While thunder the drummer
Drums in the backdrop
Always out of sight
Be it day or night

True to their roles
The performers play selflessly
The previous year and this one
They'll visit next year too

It's their season
When they need no reason
To do what they do
Not a bit of dreary drama
That's for us
The monsoon musical