Summer Rains

Laden wisps of the sky,

Deeper than the deepest dye

Paint the summer day dark,

Answering to some murmuring lark.

The dusty shades are all washed clean,

And some distant peacocks laugh and preen,

But someone sure knows the source of this treasure trove -

These are all but tears from above.

Untimely and uninvited, the rain still falls

Wet eyes see as melancholy crawls.

But thoughts still are drawn, staring at the sky,

If it can let go why can’t I?

Life is not like rain, for it is all in rewind forever

But rain lets go of the summer pain; that is for us to remember.

- Vaisakhi Mishra

In The Blur

In the blur called life
I am lost for some time
With a destination unknown
Now lost in my hazy travel zone

Wondering at nature's might and beauty
Enjoying its pitter-patter symphony
Trying to gauge the clarity post the haze
To let go of some unwanted worldly craze

The race towards never ending achievements

The life that makes you question all your commitments

Is washed away in the breezy pour

Letting me see beyond a lot of closed doors

But all it is, is a moment of clarity
Soon it will be a reason lost in some busy vanity
And I will set out again on some forlorn path
Shrouded by disbelief and menacing self-doubt

- Vaisakhi Mishra

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

Photo - Google!

DROPS OF BLISS

                                                               (picture credit google)

Hazy mantel of inky clouds,

Prance on the afternoon sky.

Meandering winds leisurely collide,

To show mercy to Earth - so dry.

       Dusty leaves expectantly wait,

       To breathe fresh green and drink deep sea.

       And azure heavens burdened at once

       Smile, oblige, and set all free.

Crippling the pond-waiting to be filled;

Kissing the old palm tree leaves;

Lashing, windy droplets of bliss,

Cast a spell of playful glee.

       Children splash virgin puddles in fun;

       Roaming and drenching in alienated lanes,

       Rejoicing, as waters calmly embellish the day,

       I kiss the canvas of this first rain.

-VAISAKHI MISHRA

                                                                  (picture credit myself..:))