Without…

How is the weather inside
Does it breeze gently
With gusts of rain

Or does it storm
Profoundly
Like an arrogant hurricane

How is the lightning within
Does it thunder
With growls unrestrained

Or is it quieter
Unobtrusive
Like gurgling bubbles-chained.

How do you reckon
To match the two…

The thunder within,

with the ramshackle..

Without.

© Shalini

Wait.

It’s just today

That she has given in
To the lost terrain
And has allowed
The creepers to block the way

It’s just today

That she has refrained
The flowers
From blooming

It’s just today

That the rain falls…
Her whims and fancies
Will finally give way

Tomorrow
A Hurricane….
Will follow…

Till then

We shall wait.

Rain

Let only the best things remain

There is tears, hurt and pain;

You feel the dust before the rain…..

There is concrete among the blossoms

There’s always a clearing in the dense forest;

There is always a light

Beyond the seemingly unending cave…….

Hands you had once held,

That warm cuddle……

Eyes that pampered-

The eternal drizzle……

Just when you think

The end is far away;

Right around the corner….

Stands all dismay.

The end is here

And you see it approving

Of how things have been;

How stealthily it had been approaching…….

The content lies not in denial,

Winnowing brings the clarity-

That certain memories never die;

They are hopes in all depravity.

Yes, let only the best things remain…..

There is tears, hurt and pain.

You felt the dust,

But sang again in the rain.