Confessions of a Turbulent Mind -II

Words, like birds, are born with wings.

Yet, I see, they're often imprisoned by prying eyes.

Thoughts, like birds, are born too with wings.

Yet, brutally suppressed and caged

by the haunting and taunting stares of judgement!!

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The Monsoon Ballad - 3 : Floral Romance!!

And the young and handsome Flower In full bloom Stood proud and tall in his glory "majestified"! Sweet summoning scent Of his perfume sets the heart a-throbbing Pulsating and b eating Leaves the senses mesmerized!! You see his proud stance and arrogant charm But seldom its known that secretly he stalks the Sun! While he knows not That the bees and the drones Are soon gonna arrive Uninvited!!

MicroPoetica...!!!

In your night Your Moon Your stars And your sky May I be a dreamer??? --- You say too much Too many words Yet clueless I am of what you say Its not your words That are wasted But my attention!! --- Words Like camouflage Hide what we feel! --- Dear Life! You're my muse And the songs I write About tears and joy, I leave them all for you to peruse! --- Awkward silences Pregnant pauses - Conversations ending with 'K'! --- The grey clouds A water-colored hope A black cloud Hovering like Impending doom And tonight I forego seeing the stars Let it rain! #AwaitingRains --- Come June I start forming imaginary clouds Eventually, they start to form in the sky - My formula for rain!! #AwaitingRains #InAnticipation --- Your love ~ like bubble wrap ~ delivers me safe and sound ~ anywhere!! ---- The warmth of a thousand splendid Suns ~ and t...

The Monsoon Ballad - 2 : Waiting for the rain....

They say he's been coming often these days and waiting outside my window for me, I've been too busy to even know if its bright or cloudy, or which part of the day it is outside!! Heard he's spread the carpet of green all over, for me to see and smile when I peep out of my window. But I've been shut away in a box with lots of staplers and letter pads for company, occasionally clicking on my mouse... Googling the weather and blue skies in 'another part of the world'... fantasizing if I could run away and live there forever! And I complain I've been a slave to this corporate weather. And all I breathe is the smell of paper.... I take detours in my mind, wonderin how it'd have been if I was a farmer on the hill side! And I could've seen him often, wearing a rainbow crown on his head....Oh I definitely think you're handsome, Rain!! And I day-dream about getting drenched in a sweet surrender, and I imagine the droplets chatter occasionally, hummi...

That's why I'm MisSintErrPriTi'd!!!!!!

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