Symphony of Rains

Sitting here in the dark aisle, fighting with these baffled emotions….

 A sudden thunder breaking the monotony of silence…..

Finally, Blue inked rotten thoughts on paper….

Formations so grim, finding their way to get inked on this blank sheet…

I wish emotions could make their way down the body in the same way as every little drop of rain finds its way, offering a perpetual happiness to our senses .The same nerve wracking happiness a girl experiences when the person she loves gently sways away touching her hand.

Water dwelling at the corner of my fingertips….

I wish I could just hold these moments tightly, dwelling in the eternity rain offers.

And gently with the passing time, words which appeared so grim started making some sense….

So just give some time, forget what you had and listen to the surreal symphony of these rains….

Seep in this dusty aura of rainy mud in your body and fly away…

Happy Rains:)

As pure as mother

As an infant.....

 During my early days, lying there in the cradle, a concoction of baby lotion, baby cream and undigested curdled milk could be smelled in the air everywhere around me. The tiny bells hanging down the corners of my cradle making sound incessantly as they were thumped by the breeze, forcing every molecule to reverb. These commotions would bring smile on my petite face. Suddenly, something a sound so bleak would bring back my ghostly fears as an infant, after listening to those sounds, all I did was crying.

Then, a white pious figure ‘Ma’ would descend from heaven and would hold me tightly, so that I could hide myself in her bosom ,singing lullabies, a voice so calm, so pure, notes flowing like poetry. That surreal serenade could even defy the beauty of the song by the morning lark .The serenity of the song gently gave me away in the arms of sleep, taking away all the fears.

As a child…….

All I could remember about my life as a child is being tightly held by a beautiful figure draped in a red Kanjivaram sari. Those kohl eyes, eyes expressing the world to me. Those eyelids held the hands of myriad feelings in the form of tears. The veil on her head revealing the red vermillion filled in between the partition of her long beautiful hair. The red tint, sign of her marriage to my father. Those lips singing lullabies all night to make me sleep. Those features accentuating such fine beauty. Now as a young girl, I wish if I could have a pinch of the beauty you possess ‘Ma’.

Even after twenty years, you are still the one who holds me tight in every situation. You are my perennial flow of affection, love and every emotion, life has bestowed upon me. I could never forget that gentle touch as pure as white which could soothe my heart every time.