First Rain

Poinciana has set the world ablaze

And tired are now, peacocks’ gaze

Waiting for the symphony of thundering days

And a dance in the fresh build puddle craze

A kiss of the awaited first rain

Against my dusty window pane;

Skies letting go of the mantle grey,

Transcending ruthless gleaming rays.

Rising tide and a splatter of life

A breath of earth, ignited by fiery strife

Nature’s spirits floating in the air,

Laden clouds on flower care.

Crumbling am I, in this scorching sunny clamor,

Holding on to thoughts of the cold shower.

These days will pass, so will the summer pain;

And drizzling eves will rule yet again!

-Vaisakhi Mishra

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Perfect Me or World

A form I see with the light of life

Running away from my approaching sight

The heat beats the will out of me

But the surreal frame pulls me like a dream

She looks familiar though I know not of her

She moves like a gazelle in the endless dirt

The sand shines; I close my eyes

There she is; I see her now, to my surprise –

She is but my own self

Battered and tired in my visions cave

And speaks to me in the voice my own

With a mock on the lips and a laugh long gone

I reached out to you in the ripples

Of the stream calm, but was crippled

I seeped in your dream to give you a clue

But the mystique night squandered all that was true

Now pay heed for I speak to you

Don’t let go of all that makes you - You

Be who you were and not a shadow self

Else a lost soul you will be with no one to help

Don’t make me your future, you are reality

Cause my voice will fall on deaf ears of vanity

Don’t give in to the devils or angels of this herd

Abandon the mirage of the perfect world!

-Vaisakhi Mishra

P.S. - Image Courtesy - Desert Wind Deviantart