Poem Preview 2: Ink and Solitude

“Rain is the best and most effective tranquilizer in nature. And the admirable ambience it creates is a sight to behold!” 

Jewels from Heaven   

A contented sigh I take, as trees

Sway to and fro. The sweet breeze

Strikes my hair as if mother’s own

Hands. I sit beside the lone

Silence across the window. All over

Is darkness, then pearls begin to hover

On my head- from the sky and

Through the open window. Land

On my nose the fragrant jewels from

Heaven. Wriggles up the sill- a worm

Celebrating the arrival of His blessings.

As I look on, the children from their dwellings,

Follow the same ritual. Sing, dance, throw

In between the dark. And there’s glow

And there’s not. And then there is the show

Of thunder and then there is not.

While the earth rejuvenates, the aroma- I snort

Into my body and into the brain. Like

A drug from nature, it refreshes the psyche.

I smile to myself as in slanted lines,

The raindrops jiggle with my yard’s pines.

I bend to switch on the radio but stop!

Disturb this scene- I must not! I stop!

Thus I sit back up and hear the ‘Song

Of the Rain’ with light and then no light. Wrong

Is he who misses this shower (and right was Gibran)

And remains aloof of the Nature’s power.