The Old Cruel
Rain And The Wind
by Priyanka S.
Raj
For me,
Monsoon pour is one of my best time to dazzle my
eyes, pour out my soul ….splashing my heart
with rain drops…but this season it wasn’t
a delightful song. Quite gloomy before I
could understand my feelings, I was drowning
thoroughly over and over again. I couldn’t
find out the real reason for immersing my heart
in the lake on the scenic mountainside. What
could be more propounding way to determine the
season’s worst tales.
The devil’s
eyes were green, rolling eyes upon me and angels
have deserted me to suffer all alone. Time
is trying my patience . And I felt like I am a
dice for every other people next to me, to play
spiky games. No matter how much I scream, nobody
is going to hear my voice.
Welcome to old
cruel rainy season where wind is even galloping
over rapidly to throw your life and dreams are
now immersed in big oceans. Ahh ! I could hardly
realize how can I fill up those blank spaces .
Then situation is worst, yet I am willing to cry
….weep …or grab a hot cup of coffee. In
the quiet of night, when music is even not making
me sleep…I could only haunt myself.
The autumn air
started to blow …From the window, I am
peeping the world through my tired eyes. Terribly
feeling the evilness of the folks….all I
decided to walk alone …silently treading on
the green grass and never walk on the peach sand
on the beach. For bad, bad hearts could never
feel the summer or spring. It’s the wind
exhausting me, ruthlessly gusting away all my
dreams and desires, yet I believe there is no
cruel summer and the breeze will come again to
heal my withering heart.
Love will
blossom again in spring …there would no
heartbreak . don’t you dare to cross my
summer garden without any plans. For I am a
believer and this time I will have a summer knife
to cut down the devil’s bones, maybe I could
also break some hearts hatching from
nowhere to fool themselves about pure love,
singing in their worst vocals, that too without
melody. It’s time to move on….it’s
time time to let it go… for it’s time
to slide away when everything is stuck on love.
For angel’s
are wishing fly over to my summer garden again
and time for me to back to blue oceans where
wilderness of water enchanting my name over
the sea of waves.
For now, it’s
time to bid goodbye to the old cruel rain and the
wind!
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