When it pours, it pours—feelings, I mean.
A slip of the tongue brings forth sleepless nights—
more humiliation, less humbling.
The restless mind keeps on working,
repeating, rehearsing
things I should have said,
things I should say,
torturing the soul each day.
It pours and pours—feelings I long to let go.
Sleepless tonight; perhaps tomorrow will bring
more humility and less humiliation.
The trees have changed their colour again;
The brightness of green has turned to dull orange.
Some have adorned a soft pink glow,
While others have become a vivid yellow.
Sneakily, autumn has made its way,
And the sun feels less warm today.
This change has brought beauty quietly,
As nature lets go of summer,
Embracing new beginnings.
When the night was drenched in rain.
I tried to contemplate my absurdity.
My abstruse thoughts kept me awake,
And long ago I lost my grip on reality.
I live in a bubble now,
While the world simply passes by.
I stayed awake the entire night;
And the only thing that felt real,
Was the rain outside.
I know the faces
And remember certain places,
Some stories that were told,
And treasures that were found.
I recall words spoken—sometimes—
The emotions that were felt,
The paths I walked,
The road I travelled.
I remember voices and sounds,
The smells and the touch.
The times I was lost,
And the times I was found,
The times I was broken,
And the times I was mended.
Sweta
On the rainy day sipping my tea
I watched the world go by
The pattering of raindrops on the roof
Sounding like the rhythmic beats of a drum
Today I can live completely in my imagination
And if I feel pain and sorrow
Song of the birds trying to find shelter
Can soothe my soul
Someday I will find the simple words.
No, someday I will find the right words,
And I will explain the mess.
But until then I will stay quiet.
And I will be alright.
I can live in my imagination today.
It seems like a long time ago
The time that passed us by.
It already feels like another lifetime now.
All the memories left forever in our minds.
The memories that were made just a year ago.
They all seem dim and distant now.
A new dawn of hope
When even the nights glittered like gold
A new year to start a fresh.
A blank canvas to create something new,
With a wide range of colours to add.
May you find peace in new year
May the new dawn bring you new inspirations
A new year to start a fresh
And plenty of colours to select.
Dull it down if you need to
Or make it bright and loud.
Move slow if you need to
And do things that breathe life in to you.
So let us bid farewell to the previous year
And welcome new year with cheer;
Cheers to a new beginning.
Cheers to a new dawn of hope.
Be a work of art not a piece of perfection.
Why try to please the world
Embrace your own thoughts and expressions
November rain poured for hours
Hiding the city as it pelted down
The water gushed down the streets
As clouds swarmed the sky hiding the sun
The noisy, bustling city came to a halt
Staying in seem to be the best idea
Rain poured down on the flowers and trees
And they knelt down, smitten by the thunderstorm
The raindrops slid over the window.
Clinging to the warmth of my coffee cup, I watched.
As the November rain poured all day
Bringing everything to a calming halt.
Stumbled Thoughts 