Rainfall of anguish

When it rains while the clouds weep,
Those angst raw feelings of her in my heart reaps.
It gives me trauma while I battle with myself,
Her agonised whispers are laden in air.
Thunders make me remember her savage screams,
A reality got manifested which I never thought in dreams.
We used to dance in the nectars falling from heaven,
It turned into a brutal downpour of venom.
Symphony of swaying trees and patterning rainfall,
Was augmented by her mellifluous anklets while she danced.
Now like death, the windy beasts howl and growl,
Uprooting the tender saplings of solace planted on my heart’s lawn.
The paper boats which we had set sail,
On the voyage of love with great care.
The gruesome storms furious like underworld monsters,
With their gargantuan mouth they swallowed our boat’s castle.
– Shekhar

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The birth of Paradise

When winds come alive and sing in your ears,

The good news of coming of heaven.

When dullness ceases and vibrancy commences,

The leaves flutter and bellow the heavenly news.

When God commands the clouds to cloak the sun,

And give us respite from its scorching hassle.

A divine coolness hangs in air,

And let us breathe in the pristine nectar.

When clouds wrestle among each other,

Roar like lions in aggression.

Those thunder and lightning may scare kids,

But to wise they are like enchanting music.

Then finally drops of gem fall from heaven,

Giving birth to paradise on this Earth.

No need to die to live in the Divine Abode,

Drink the falling nectar, become immortal and experience the Zeus’s kingdom.

A symphony is played by pelting raindrops,

And swaying trees augment to this ethereal song.

Such a flawless music won’t ever be played in any opera,

As the copyright is owned only by Nature’s Orchestra.

Come out you mortals, soak your skin,

Don’t deprive yourself from this absolute bliss.

Dance with mirth and sing with joy,

And celebrate the birth of Paradise. 

~Shekhar