The Old Cruel
Rain And The Wind
by Priyanka S.
Monsoon pour is one of my best time to dazzle my
eyes, pour out my soul
.splashing my heart
with rain drops
but this season it wasnt
a delightful song. Quite gloomy before I
could understand my feelings, I was drowning
thoroughly over and over again. I couldnt
find out the real reason for immersing my heart
in the lake on the scenic mountainside. What
could be more propounding way to determine the
seasons worst tales.
eyes were green, rolling eyes upon me and angels
have deserted me to suffer all alone. Time
is trying my patience . And I felt like I am a
dice for every other people next to me, to play
spiky games. No matter how much I scream, nobody
is going to hear my voice.
Welcome to old
cruel rainy season where wind is even galloping
over rapidly to throw your life and dreams are
now immersed in big oceans. Ahh ! I could hardly
realize how can I fill up those blank spaces .
Then situation is worst, yet I am willing to cry
or grab a hot cup of coffee. In
the quiet of night, when music is even not making
I could only haunt myself.
The autumn air
started to blow
From the window, I am
peeping the world through my tired eyes. Terribly
feeling the evilness of the folks
decided to walk alone
silently treading on
the green grass and never walk on the peach sand
on the beach. For bad, bad hearts could never
feel the summer or spring. Its the wind
exhausting me, ruthlessly gusting away all my
dreams and desires, yet I believe there is no
cruel summer and the breeze will come again to
heal my withering heart.
blossom again in spring
there would no
heartbreak . dont you dare to cross my
summer garden without any plans. For I am a
believer and this time I will have a summer knife
to cut down the devils bones, maybe I could
also break some hearts hatching from
nowhere to fool themselves about pure love,
singing in their worst vocals, that too without
melody. Its time to move on
time time to let it go
for its time
to slide away when everything is stuck on love.
are wishing fly over to my summer garden again
and time for me to back to blue oceans where
wilderness of water enchanting my name over
the sea of waves.
For now, its
time to bid goodbye to the old cruel rain and the