Mood of the Rain.


I have rejoiced,
The thunders followed by the rain.
I have camouflaged,
My tears under the falling drops of pain.

It’s riveting how,
The rain can relate to me.
It can feel my pain and cry,
And can relish my glee.

Makes me wonder,
What’s the mood of the rain,
I think It’s the reflection of,
My own happiness and pain.


First Kiss.


Lavish lethal lips,
Magestic memorable moment,
Passionate peaceful place,
The time was frozen.

Hanging humble hair,
Faithful fearless fingers,
Serene smoothe skin,
That moment just lingers,

Enchanted eminent emotions,
Blushing boundless bliss,
Beautiful bewitched bodies,
That was our first kiss.


Tangled Thoughts


I found a bunch of
Tangled yarns,
All different colours,
Tangled with a thousand turns.

What if they didn’t mean
To tangle,
And so did my thoughts,
But my mind is strangled.

I can see every yarn,
And every thought clearly.
But I can’t solve that puzzle,
To free any, merely.

Everytime I try,
To ease a knot,
End up creating a new one,
A new mess of thoughts.

All I can do is cut the knots,
And salvage the rest.
Wait for them to tangle
And start all over again.