Clouded grey sky,
Soft breezes
touching the petals,
vulnerable to breakage.
The pollens running away
in escapades,
to places undisclosed,
to narrate tales of
faraway places,
of secrets long kept
hidden and closed.
The raindrops
kissing your lips,
soothing your eyelids
as you close them.
Feathers of birds
drenched and cold,
scurrying for shelter;
they sing the song
of rain and cold.
The pelting sound
on the terrace,
leads to interrupted
sleep and dreams,
in sheets wrapped
around you.
Hectic schedule,
hurrying off
to bus stops and auto-stands;
the soft breeze is turning
to a swishing sound,
there might be
a thunderstorm and lightning
shaped like a Z.
The blue tarpaulin flips
up in the wind, and then
stretches down,
making a flapping sound.
The airplane emitting
buzzing sound,
leaving behind a trail
of smoke and memories alike.
Tapping sound of rain
on car windows
permeates clouded view
of denizens, walking
along the pavement
with faces hidden
under their umbrellas;
Facades of human nature
revealing in time
when the cloud disappears
from the sky.
I want to be lost
in places, faraway,
where dreams are woven
and fairies appear
even when Pandora
opens up her box.
@Nandini Sengupta