THE WIND, THE SKY, THE RAIN & THE NATURE’S URGE

The darkness is converging

And the similes are deviating

The horizon is shrinking

And the meanings are agreeing

The wind is in a rush to get intimate

The rain is willing to reciprocate

The communion is to be passionate

Pushed by the nature’s urge to create

The journey in these hours

From vagueness to dark showers

Rewriting the spell that it honours

To retell the tale as it flowers

The sky looks all so clean

Swept by the darkness and its sheen

The similes are singing, look so keen

Spread over the horizon now so green

 

©/IPR: Santosh Chaubey – https://santoshchaubey.wordpress.com/

THESE RAINDROPS ARE LIKE YOUR MEMORIES..

These raindrops are like your memories,

Sometimes,

They come to heal this burning mind,

And sometimes,

They make the heart so restless,

That the falling rain,

Leaves me with the ‘feeling of not being’..

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©/IPR: Santosh Chaubey – https://santoshchaubey.wordpress.com/