TITLE:
Rain and Sunlight
Painful rain pouring down
And with each drop my heart drowns
Like the heaven aiming with the arrows
They breach the armour of my sorrow
Each drop is too heavy to bear
Ripping my heart with a cunning spear
I try to find the befitting reason
For her treason in this beautiful season
As the thunder hits my eardrums
It reminds me of her temper trantrums
A Spectacle to see as they say the rain causes
But it pauses all that was beautiful
Trying to see through the clouts of clouds
But all is dizzy and all in shrouds
Brimming, my heart overflows with overwhelming pain
Searching the comfort, that she brings
Breezy wind , increases the pain of my heart
Like the game board getting hit by the darts
I don't want it to be furtive
But I don't want it be assertive
Bickering , my words can't express , how plight
Thoughts of her not being in my front gives me fright.
Hope comes along with each ray of sunlight,
Though the rain is the not the enemy that gives one fright
Calmness and serenity spread throughout the mainland,
Seems line rain and sunlight are a long term friend.
#TheInglorious
#review
#prose
Rain and Sunlight
Painful rain pouring down
And with each drop my heart drowns
Like the heaven aiming with the arrows
They breach the armour of my sorrow
Each drop is too heavy to bear
Ripping my heart with a cunning spear
I try to find the befitting reason
For her treason in this beautiful season
As the thunder hits my eardrums
It reminds me of her temper trantrums
A Spectacle to see as they say the rain causes
But it pauses all that was beautiful
Trying to see through the clouts of clouds
But all is dizzy and all in shrouds
Brimming, my heart overflows with overwhelming pain
Searching the comfort, that she brings
Breezy wind , increases the pain of my heart
Like the game board getting hit by the darts
I don't want it to be furtive
But I don't want it be assertive
Bickering , my words can't express , how plight
Thoughts of her not being in my front gives me fright.
Hope comes along with each ray of sunlight,
Though the rain is the not the enemy that gives one fright
Calmness and serenity spread throughout the mainland,
Seems line rain and sunlight are a long term friend.
#TheInglorious
#review
#prose
TITLE:
The rain
Tiny droplets like the pearls, fall from the sky,
Only to land in the effect of gravity
While some are lucky to be saved by the lotus leaves,
Others looted of their identity by the sand thieves
Some dance on the petals of rose
While some fell at the hands to fate and never rose
I envy the soil for its fragrance,
The rain gets the credit for this essence
I am taken over by nostalgia in this moment,
For the rain brings out memories that are dormant
Running mad with my friends in the mud,
And getting pampered by mother after being scolded by dad
Rain is good for the land is arid,
Not a drop of water on the continent for the bird
Rain gives life, for the cult is waiting to sow,
Waiting for the skies to stretch their heavenly bows
Drench the thirst of those parched lands,
Cause desperate the farmer stands in the lands
Waiting for the rain the heards look to the sky,
Only to wait more , the thirsty birds choose to fly
#TheInglorious
#review
#prose
The rain
Tiny droplets like the pearls, fall from the sky,
Only to land in the effect of gravity
While some are lucky to be saved by the lotus leaves,
Others looted of their identity by the sand thieves
Some dance on the petals of rose
While some fell at the hands to fate and never rose
I envy the soil for its fragrance,
The rain gets the credit for this essence
I am taken over by nostalgia in this moment,
For the rain brings out memories that are dormant
Running mad with my friends in the mud,
And getting pampered by mother after being scolded by dad
Rain is good for the land is arid,
Not a drop of water on the continent for the bird
Rain gives life, for the cult is waiting to sow,
Waiting for the skies to stretch their heavenly bows
Drench the thirst of those parched lands,
Cause desperate the farmer stands in the lands
Waiting for the rain the heards look to the sky,
Only to wait more , the thirsty birds choose to fly
#TheInglorious
#review
#prose