Category: English Poetry

She changes after the alliance
Where as he remains the same

She has her own identity
But the name is his

She has her say in making decisions
But the final verdict is his

She also earns money
But the bread winner is he

She makes and nurtures the home
But the house is his

She is the backbone of the family
But the head is always he.

In the heart of the city, a symphony of sound,
Where dreams and chaos beautifully abound.
Skyscrapers stand tall, reaching for the sky,
A testament to human ambition, soaring high.

Sidewalks filled with hurried feet,
City’s heartbeat, steady and fleet.
Horns honking, taxis passing by,
Bright lights shimmer, catching the eye.

Sidewalk cafes whisper tales untold,
As conversations brew, both young and old.
In the midst of the hustle, lives intertwine,
A symphony of strangers, an intricate design.

The city breathes with vibrant zest,
Opportunities abound, a constant quest.
Yet amidst the chaos, a sense of belonging,
In this city tapestry, our stories are thronging.

Simple moments, connections made,
In the city’s embrace, memories are laid.
A place of dreams, where paths align,
The city, a home, forever mine.

The other day I lied down next to her and as we saw the stars I asked if she thought we had different things written for us?

To this my twin replied-

For there are so many stars yet we see each twinkle differently
For every heart has its own blooming flowers
And for different eyes dream of things in ways unimaginable.
And oh, how each soul has its own light.

Yet we often stop to see if the grass really is greener on the other side as we walk down our aisle of life

For we were always taught about the road not taken but never about the different roads taken to a similar destination.

In the land of dreams, where magic is real,
Where stars talk and trees can feel,
A wondrous story begins to unfold,
Full of colors, adventures untold.

Imagine a place untouched by time’s hand,
Where vibrant creatures dance and band,
A symphony of life, joyful and free,
Where fantasy and reality agree.

Rivers sing with a sweet melody,
Flowing through a world of mystery,
They share secrets with ancient trees,
Guarding tales of forgotten seas.

Gardens bloom with flowers unseen,
Each petal a masterpiece, a dream,
Their scents carry stories deep inside,
Of love, of loss, of secrets they hide.

Look up at the sky, so vast and bright,
Where stars twinkle, painting the night,
They tell stories in patterns and signs,
Guiding lost souls with celestial designs.

But the true wonder lies within our hearts,
A key to unlock this realm of arts,
For creativity resides deep within,
Unleashing magic, where dreams begin.

So let’s wander together, hand in hand,
In this world of dreams, where we’ll expand,
Where imagination reigns, wild and free,
Embracing the beauty that poetry can be.

For in the realms of art and thought,
The ordinary becomes extraordinary, if sought,
Within this poem’s embrace, you’ll find,
A universe of beauty, forever entwined.

For i always wondered how did we end up here?
The other day when I looked into your soft yet strongly placed eyes I could see the oceans that your soul carried with itself.
How could we really love each other?
For we aren’t a bit similar

You are the ice cold water that could quench the thirst of an entire desert
And i?
I am the little bonfire in a huge mansion trying to Light up a room.

You are a farm full of beaming sunflowers
And i?
I am the wet earth of the rains

We don’t really belong
Do we?

We are the cold winter days on which you can spot the sun and the moon together
Miles apart yet together.

We are the drenched, dancing sunflowers
Of the rains

And we are the bonfire in a little home in midst of citylights

For i realised we belong in ways earlier unknown to the little kid in me

For i know that i carry your heart with me now

And now when when i look into your eyes i can see MY SOUL carrying oceans with itself
For my soul now resides in you.

I am afraid of the demons,
Lurking in the dark streets,
Always ready to pounce on me.
I am afraid of being alone,
In the night, at my home,
Frightened that they will find me.
I am afraid of the darkness,
Where everyone is blinded,
There are demons that i can see.
I am afraid that my people won’t believe me,
That they think I am the one who is guilty,
And those monsters are left free.
Another night in the city,
A girl is humming happily,
Unaware of the demons who,
For their next prey are ready.

-Dhwani Milwani

Autumn arrives
like an experienced robber,
Grabbing the green stuff
Then cunningly grabbing his tracks
5. with a multitude
Of colourful distractions
And the wind,
The wind is his accomplce
Putting a air of chaos
10. into the careful diversions
So the branches shakes
And dead leaves are suddenly blown
In the faces of inquisitive strangers
The theft chills the world
15. changes the temper
Till a normally placid sky
Glows red with a quiet rage.

The clouds of skyland
Were lightening up,
With each day in passing.
As if clearing way for mighty Sun.
And the sun
Persisted ruder and ruder.

Bijli.
Today is a beautiful day.
The red silk tree is standing ground
Annual it loses everything to winter.
It is welcoming spring
With Crimson plums.

As blooming with beauty, might the landscape be,
it misses you.
I miss you.

There is a line I have to cross.
A place at life’s disposal,
Where I am awaited.
And I’ll be there.
But today is the day,
I long to spend with you.

Fighting the icy winds
I long to feel the warm flowers
But I fear the arrival of spring
Because winter is all I’ve known

Shadow of darkness Shadow of me
In the corner of life
where the lights defy Whenever I started to walk with me,
on the way to rise and see
they captured me
Alone… with the darkness indeed

You’re clay,
molded by everyone
you’ve shown yourself to.
A piece of everyone that mattered,
lies within you.

This is a beginning;
a hunt for a new hope;
a call for mistakes.
You’ll smile, laugh, mope,
whatever it takes,
for better or for worse.

I want you to carry
every ounce of love you hold onto,
the bulletin of hurt you’re scared of
and, most of all, your curiosity
in your pockets, like rocks.

For out of these rocks will you
build yourself a kingdom huge,
sheltered from the deluge
of anything that could bring you down.

And know that
although I too will be busy
making jewelry out of my hardships,
I’ll set it aside
for a while
to help you find a pearl you lost,
over the phone.

Know that
on days when you’re interrogating
silence for answers, frantically scourging,
or grabbing happiness by her hair,
rejoicing,
I’ll be there.

For you’re clay,
molded by everyone
you’ve shown yourself to.
And I’ve sculpted a part of you
as have you sculpted a part of me.

In the tapestry of life, we find profound art,
A symphony of moments, where emotions impart.
With brushstrokes of joy and shades of despair,
Life’s canvas unfolds, beyond what we’re aware.

In the depths of existence, mysteries reside,
A quest for meaning, where truths coincide.
We wander through corridors of time and space,
Seeking purpose and wisdom, in this transient chase.

Through valleys of sorrow and mountains of glee,
We navigate the labyrinth, longing to be free.
For life’s essence lies not in fortune or gold,
But in connections we forge, stories yet untold.

We dance with the stars and converse with the moon,
Whispering secrets beneath a sky that’s strewn,
With dreams and desires that ignite our soul’s fire,
Guiding us through darkness, towards passions entire.

Yet amidst the euphoria, shadows will creep,
Moments of anguish, when faith may seem bleak.
But remember, dear wanderer, in the bleakest night,
Stars still shimmer, infusing hope’s gentle light.

In the tapestry of life, threads intertwine,
Creating a symphony, harmonious and fine.
Each note and each color, a part of the whole,
Weaving tales of resilience, awakening the soul.

Embrace the fleeting moments, both bitter and sweet,
For they shape your essence, make life complete.
Embrace the lessons, the scars that reside,
For they sculpt your spirit, let your wisdom abide.

In the grand tapestry of life’s intricate design,
Seek solace in knowing, you’re a thread so divine.
Embrace the journey, the highs and the strife,
For in this eternal dance, you’re a reflection of life.

Responsible for misfortune
Called for the suffering
Praying the deamons
Save from death.

Faith rooted in stars
Places forget our name
From churches to temples
Cities rise and vanish.

Come as a wind
lift up the dust
Rattle the reflection
For no one to look.

Foot out the door
cold wrists in sleeves
vision blurred
A deer ran across.

Towards the mountain
upwards it takes
from toe to head
A price to pay.

I had a crazy dream,
shadows all around,
I am the strongest,
ghost in the town.

I need to find a boat,
I’m stuck at the sea,
The river in the sky,
is calling for me.

The sea came a storm,
I thought of my grave,
offer my prayers,
to the scary waves.

I have to give up,
my blood is spilled,
Red one will take,
a rose in the flowers.

You come to go
You stay to leave
You make me happy
To make me sad
The very next instant
You care to hurt
You attend to ignore
You make me smile
To make me cry
The very next instant
You say things to make my heart flutter
And then shun them all
The very next instant

You know what?
Keep doing it.
Keep breaking me up.
Keep tearing me apart
As it will only make me stronger
It will make the pain go numb
It will make me care no more
I will be it all, thanks to you

You wanna make me jealous?
Go ahead and try
You wanna see me care?
Go ahead and cry
I will bear it all
Even if I’m dying inside
I would prefer that
Than showing you my love anymore
You! Yes, You! Go play those games some more
You’re only helping me lose interest
Thanks, you!

You want the friendship, you say?
Sure, take it
But don’t expect anything more
As I have promised to get over you
I owe it to myself!

I love myself and i enjoy alone time
But i want someone i could call mine
Some one to talk about my life and how my day was
How many of my nails are broken and what was the cause
The time I woke up or what kept me up whole night
Sometimes i just need someone i could call mine
want to tell you what my horoscope says ,how people suck and what’s the colour of the sky today
Talk about my fears and what made me upset
Tell you about my friends and how we met
Want to share about how my thoughts and the universe align
Sometimes i just need someone i could call mine
Want to share my deepest secrets and also my weekend’s plan
Talk about astrology and the Thai actors i stan
Talk about my favourite shows and the books i love
My favourite foods which i never get enough
Tell you about the music i listen to in shower and how everytime the soap slips off my hand
Tell you about my dream and the nightmares i have and how much i enjoy running on the sand
Talk about my goals,my aspirations, and my priorities
The places i love and how i like the reels about swifties
Want to share what makes me happy and my eyes shine
Sometimes i just need someone i could call mine
Want to share my lows, and the guilts i have
The lies i told and the type of content i save
Want to tell about the problems i have and how i use my rudest behaviour as my shield
What hurts me the most and how i healed
I know i am enough for me but i need someone to hold me close
In better and worse, for happiness and remorse
I want someone to tell me how much they love me and what they adore
Someone who just doesn’t change colours behind closed doors
I just need someone to be by my side even when everything goes wrong
Even if people go against me or my whole world gets shattered
I need someone to just walk along
No matter how much i go through or wherever i roam
I just need someone i can always run back to
Someone who just feels like home
They say for everything there’s a right time
So i will wait until i could call you mine!

Then there comes that moment of your life
When no matter what’s going on in your life
You’ve got no idea about your future
You’ve tried way too hard for everything
You have no clue where it’s all taking you

You’ve just been climbing, freezing, walking
Panting, running up the high mountains.
Continuing all worn out, hungry, thirsty.
You know it’s life, it’s been like that always.

But then
That moment
You look up
You look at the sky
You see the A U R O R A of your life

You feel all the things fall back into the right place
You begin to find meaning in everything, all the things.
You don’t regret anything now,
the freezing, the walking, the panting, the running
It all starts to make sense.

You know now, everything has a meaning.
You know now, you’re meant to be.
You know now, you’ve been living for this very moment.

You’re very aware, it won’t last forever
But every single second with that Aurora
You’ll remember the rest of your life
And it’s just so enough for you to make you, you.

My heart doesn’t beat
It howls like the wolves
I tried building houses in cities
I’m homesick for the Woods

My blood smells of wilderness
The wounds can’t make me cry
My glances shout of ferociousness
They fail to look me in the eye

I’m not born to belong to
Rainbows and romance
Rather I’m built to live with dark
Carry my own fire and lance

Settling with the sheep, a sin
The wolves would need me back
I’m not following the trails of shepherds
I was sent to lead the pack

I howl towards the moon
With my longing too fierce
The only way of affection i know
I’m unaware of hugs and tears

My pace in deadly cold
Synchs with each shiver
I’m more like a warrior
And less like a lover

– Samriddhi

“Lord?” A boy asked,
“Is there a person who can multitask?
No, right? Then bestow us with one.
For, is it too much to ask?”

Little boy, look around you,
You will see nothing new,
But a person you will surely see..
Look at your mother,how strong is she?
Not a single task she can’t do,
Who cares for you when you get a flu?
Cooking to working to maintaining bonds,
She is difficult to understand like a deep pond.

Thousands of burden she carries,
A peaceful world for her is imaginary.
She is born with fear,
Many taboos and myths she has to clear.
From discrimantion to no appreciation,
She always fights against depreciation.
She is a prey in thousands of eyes,
Because people like to jeopardize.

But no! She will get up..
Earlier she may have been a pup
Now her heart is not corrupt.
Everyday she fights for herself..
Trust me, she has a lot on her shelf.

You can take away her smile,
She will strengthen herself meanwhile.
Law and engineering they can study,
Give them a chance somebody?
She can’t be out late at night,
The rules you have kept are surely tight.
She needs to learn self defense,
But when will you learn self resistance?!
She can wear anything she likes,
Yes she can also learn to ride a bike.
She can make you proud,
Just scream her achievements loud!
She is not soft
She can be as cold as a frost.
Whether she is Greta or Seema Rao
Never question ‘how?’.
The difficulties she has to face,
She always accepts them with a grace.

“Who is she lord?”
In a world of superman
She is a superwoman.
Who fights for justice
And can handle any crisis.
Mothers, nurses, doctors, officers, engineers
All professions she can clear.
She is the creator, but she can destroy too,
This wonder is a woman for you.
She is a woman, she is a girl,
She is as beautiful as a pearl..
Beware! When time comes she can be as strong as a whirl!

Amid dark sky,
He came unannounced.

With the fancy mask
Covering his face,
hiding him from the world.

A sword of depression and anxiety,
With a chariot of cries and broken dreams.

He came, he came for her.
Standing on the edge,
She was looking at the world.

Holding a letter,
Clutching it tightly,
She smiled.

A smile that resides with pain,
Along with dark and storm.

He stood behind her,
Watching her without emotions.

She looked behind one last time,
With only that painful smile.

He looked at her,
Mesmerized by her eyes.

He stood stunned, looking at the creation of the earth.
He went near her, slowly and smoothly.

Wiping her tears,
He lost himself
in her eyes.
She stood astonished looking at him with wide eyes.

A spark of love bloomed, the moment their
eyes met.
The prince of Dark was now fighting against time.

With a heavy heart,
He smiled at the beauty and kissed her forehead lovingly.

“‘You are meant
to be happy”
He said and put his hands on her head.

She woke up
the next day,
With all new
dreams and masks at her side.

Are you the one?
Sinking in the sea full of thoughts,🤔
Travelling with suffering,
Bearing loads of pain,
Fighting for peace🤍

Are you the one?
Feeling special for someone
So that you never feel alone.😌

Are you the one ?
Confused with people behavior
and unable to propel.🥺
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Are u the one ?
Questioning yourself why you’re feeling
this way, but instead experience
all the emotions may bring change. 😶

Are you the one?
Passing some moments
inbetween to move on….💪

Are you the one?
Who thinks ,No matter how the life is
Broken,Complicated, messy,,,,
This chapter ends and beautiful things begin.🤫

Are you the one?
Greatful to little things in your life
and wear so called smile mask.😃

All thoughts and emotions everyone come across through in their life.

Nineteen strings to express her melancholy,
corollary adorned with blood cerise.
For she gapes upon the golden deer,
Afraid, abandoning the tool of harmony,
scampering through the woods she goes.
Symphony stricks the golden innocence
muting its agony with a crimson splosh.

Silent strength, a captivating grace,
Women, like art, adorn this earthly space.
With every step, they embody power,
Aesthetic wonders in each passing hour.

From gentle whispers to voices bold,
Their words, like poetry, beautifully unfold.
They nurture, they heal, they fiercely aspire,
Unveiling beauty, setting souls on fire.

In the void,
Away, unaware.
Where the voice reaches but never returns.
Nebulous ideas .
Constant pursuit for oblivion.
Livin’ in vain
Believing the contrary
Eccentrism is absurd.
Typical is embraced.
Approaches are disdained.
Approach seems lucid.
A voice is unheard.
Voices are lost.
Into the void
Where everything is in vain.

The yellow beam of winter noon
stealing glances
through agape blinds,
still at bay, the pallid moon.
brushing every blemish and scar,
the cursive freckles of your arm,
the tiny crescent of your palm.
the silk of your hemline
stroked in gentle tones,
joys inclined.
only a brief break
from supple spell;
letting you lean
back to loving lull.

Outside at the juncture
of crimson and grey;
the last of fear abandoning
like golden star,
drowning into soft sapphire
of heavens afar.
deadlocked between
life and demise;
every breath and cry,
gasping in cacophony
of tender melody.

Bones that howled in
silent screams of woes;
heart chafed with crawling
anger, relief slipped
in cusp of sorrows.
now all tossed into obsidian snow.
giving way to
auburn tints of light;
life wailing with
olive green of delight;
springing up into
caress of cold nights.

All for you to shine.
so shine till even sun sighs
and swerves away
into heaving sky.
long rested underneath
the lonely skin,
now it’s time
to unleash the flames
of daisy lights within.

Somewhere in the cage of heart it’s hiding there,

I don’t know why but it’s fading somewhere.

I’m telling my heart not to remind it;

But it again comes from nowhere.

But the truth is that it doesn’t go anywhere,

It’s still always in the book of my heart,

Coz they are meant to be there.

They are not only timeless treasure of heart;

They are chance to live moment forever.

It never fades but we make up mind not to remind them forever;

And again that evocution endup being a memory from somewhere.

It’s a loop from which we can’t escape

And we should accept this to souvenir.

To that little kid, the perfectionist
I want to ask ,why are you struggling?
You might not always be able to prove your worth
But atleast you are trying.

Remember those blissful days when your armour used to be all shiny and new
Those very people who showered you with praises ,
Now look at you in vain and ask “What happened to you”.

Your parents who used to sing countless songs about their worthy daughter,
So capable and strong
Now look for ways to hide from the common eyes
And sit in a solitary corner thinking what went wrong

They will never know and neither do you
Maybe its just a stage of growing up or a phase
you need to pass through

All you know is that you still dive as deep as then
And try to defend their honor and name
While your shoulders sag defeatedly in shame

But there will again come a time
When the flag of your victory will surely rise
And then you will look back upon them with a smile
Thinking, they will never know that gleeful days come with a heavy price.

To that little kid, the perfectionist
I want to ask ,why are you struggling?
You might not always be able to prove your worth
But atleast you are trying.

Remember those blissful days when your armour used to be all shiny and new
Those very people who showered you praises ,
Now look at you in vain and ask “What happened to you”.

Your parents who used to sing countless songs about their worthy daughter
So capable and strong
Now look for ways to hide from the common eyes
And sit in a solitary corner thinking what went wrong

They will never know and neither do you
Maybe its just a stage of growing up or a phase
you need to pass through

All you know is that you still dive as deep as then
And try to defend their honor and name
While your shoulders sag defeatedly in shame

But there will again come a time
When the flag of your victory will surely rise
And then you will look back upon them with a smile
Thinking, they will never know that gleeful days come with a heavy price.

In the twilight’s gentle embrace I stand,
A poet lost in the vastness of the land.
The stars, like whispers, adorn the night sky,
Unveiling secrets that make my spirit fly.

Oh, moonlit muse, with your silver glow,
Guide my pen as the verses ebb and flow.
Let me weave words like a tapestry of dreams,
Where reality and fantasy entwine their seams.

Through the valleys of time and distant shores,
I’ll wander, seeking stories that the heart adores.
In nature’s embrace, I find solace and grace,
As I dance with the wind, in an eternal chase.

The ocean’s rhythm, a symphony of the sea,
Whispers tales of love, loss, and mystery.
With each crashing wave, a story unfolds,
Of ancient legends and untold secrets untold.

In a meadow kissed by the morning dew,
I’ll capture the essence of life anew.
Beneath a sunlit canopy, where wildflowers sway,
I’ll paint with words the colors of the day.

In the quiet of night, when all is still,
I’ll seek the depths of the soul’s tranquil thrill.
In whispered verses, I’ll share the ache and desire,
The joys, the sorrows that set hearts afire.

For poetry, dear friend, is a sacred art,
A mirror reflecting the depths of the heart.
With words, we navigate the human experience,
Unveiling truths with poetic brilliance.

So let us celebrate the power of words,
In sonnets, ballads, and songs of the birds.
For in the tapestry of language, we find our voice,
And through poetry, our souls rejoice.

When did you leave me?

The  clouds were saturated,
And so were my eyes
But you didn’t let me alone to cry
The path was filled with thorns
but yet you walked through it for me
and held my tsunami of acid on your bare hands
The bruises on your bare hands reminded me of my mere reason for existence
Now I don’t know why I’m breathing
Are you there?

You would say I’m always going to be there for you
But you don’t understand it
You need to be there with me
I know what you have been through because of me
I’m one of your worsts.

You don’t see it.
I’m still alive without you.
But am I really alive?
And at times this liveliness feels like choking myself to death.

No I don’t want you back.
Once gone, returns no old.
But I want to know.
When did you leave?
I was waiting there under the flickering lights over the graveyard of my hope.
And I didn’t find your arms around me anymore.

I don’t smile these days,
I don’t even cry,
I just feel numb,
My chest feels heavy,
My mind is clouded by all sort of negative thoughts,

And all I want right now is a break,
I want to run somewhere far away,
And don’t want to come back until,
I feel happier.🙂

Time shall pass
Slow and steady,
While I bleed
Until I’m ready.
There is a splinter,
It pierces my heart;
With each passing moment,
It turns soft
And before I know it,
It will be lost.
In its place,
Shall a rose bloom,
So lusty yet so pure,
Pure enough to stab the gloom.
Pure like the tear I shed
And soaked red with the blood I bled.
I was at home,
I have strayed afar now.
I have found it once,
It will find me now.
Roses have petals,
Roses have thorns.
For if there are springs
There ought to be some storms.
It’s now your call.
Roses with thorns,
Or no rose at all?

Walking all up the stairs
right through the hills
Where does he go
when I
roll my eyes
and those flashing bees
start dancing ?

I fail to watch the path
those red eyes
like ashes of
burnt flies
tricks me
ever – forever .

It frowns dusk
when he asks
questions
tired and happy
so , I ask him
questions
that I ask him
at every dawn .

He never talks much
or , does he ?
may not I be
that one
with no ear to hear
the countdown
of days
those are ceasing to be .

His wet bloody pulms
and that old red bag
full of dust
he brings what down
for troubles to lurk
as light kisses
and so the dark .

He is weird , he is mad
and
his madness
its flesh and bone
like a clock
like a clay
making a way
of its own

I am ill , I am sick
death paddles near me
but
He must live
He must see
The new sun
he is planning to be .

Whose eyes were those
the eyes that I had
the eyes what she loved
and taught
How one to see
and what not ?

The sky as I saw
the stars , the ocean and love
my ears , a little near
how near
to the silence of her ?

And when she left
what she thought
The portraits she borrowed or,
they eyes she got ?

These blindness , whose then?
Whom shall I charge ?
is is it I
or
the sky, the ocean and love ?

A witch I saw , at evening
sunday on ;
as the tram that was last , left us
It’s ring , horn , torn
tickets fly , loose around the sky
hooked me down , a clown in town
to her , lure , blur .

Her eyes , wet and dry
to cry or not to cry
try , did I try
to tell her
that I
with one eye
could only see her
one and once ?

In a world of kaleidoscopic dreams,
Where reality’s tapestry teems,
I weave a poetic tapestry, bold,
Unveiling truths that must be told.

Behold the stage, this grand charade,
Where masks conceal the masquerade,
Illusions dance upon a veil,
As truth and falsehood intertrail.

In realms of shadows, truths abide,
Yet oftentimes, they seek to hide,
The world spins tales, both light and dark,
A symphony of whispers, hushed remark.

Eyes closed, we drift in slumber’s hold,
Blind to the stories yet untold,
But open wide those seeking souls,
Shall glimpse the truth that silently unfolds.

A veil of beauty, both cruel and kind,
Reality’s web we all must bind,
For within each soul, a universe resides,
Where hopes and fears entwine like tides.

Mighty empires rise and fall,
Yet the heartbeat echoes through it all,
For humanity, a resilient spark,
Navigating through the realms of dark.

In shattered fragments, unity thrives,
From disparate threads, connection derives,
For when we recognize our shared plight,
We forge a future, bathed in light.

This world, a canvas vast and wide,
Painted with strokes of joy and pride,
But also etched with sorrow’s hue,
A testament to what we all go through.

So let us walk this earth, awake and aware,
With empathy, compassion, and love to share,
For reality’s song, though bittersweet,
Is a symphony that makes life complete.

With this sea and ocean
Comes the mighty flow
Making us sweeping away
Every hook,nook and shook

That’s how our life
Comes a phase
Where we swept away
All our loved
Only to stick with
Every hook and corners of this mighty world.

In the embrace of gray and cloudy skies,
Nature weeps and sighs, a tranquil disguise.
The heavens open, a symphony starts,
Raindrops descend, like gentle, soothing darts.

A dance of droplets, on leaves they alight,
A rhythmic patter, brings the world to life.
The thirsty earth, with gratitude, receives,
Each precious drop, a blessing it perceives.

Fields turn emerald, a vibrant hue,
As rain paints the canvas, anew.
Petrichor whispers, a fragrant delight,
Bathing the senses, in the darkest night.

Umbrellas unfurl, a colorful parade,
Laughter and mirth, in the cascading cascade.
Children in puddles, gleefully they splash,
Unbridled joy, in every puddle’s crash.

The symphony plays, on rooftops and streets,
Melodies of raindrops, the heart truly beats.
A lullaby for dreamers, a balm for the soul,
Rain’s gentle touch, makes us feel whole.

The world, refreshed, beneath the rainy veil,
A tranquil rhythm, where worries pale.
As droplets fall, worries wash away,
Peace and serenity, come out to play.

So let us embrace, the rainy season’s grace,
Find solace in its tears, upon our face.
For within the rain, life’s beauty does reside,
A gentle reminder, that love cannot hide.