Monsoon Tales

When you breathed the smokes of black ashes,

Sprawling over your burnt mind,

The sky has always rained

The silver streams of peace;

Peace leaking through the mourning sky.

Droplets kissed your face just the moment

You came back letting him go

And felt shivers all over your heart.

Your squeezed heart might have been pacified

When they licked the cold touch of redolent drops.

His reminiscents turned into a nightmare,

Parents' tough words turned into venoms,

Where you drank the salty tear-drops,

Tip-toed to the balcony when yapping thunderbolts shocked your body,

And trembling rain drenched your ever-thirsty soul

Washing out the decadent memories,

Of diminutive soul & sheinganian robbery of life.

Rain comes like pacification,

Ending your quest for one drop of serene

And pouring your heart with celestial pampers.

You never were a result of dishonesty

Whom vultures of misfortune would splinter & eat;

You never were his result of sin

For the way you suffered the misery;

You always have been the innocent flower

Who God could worship,

Groaning demons & rumbling evils have decapitated

Making you fall in the trap of fraudulent.

Never question your purity

For the way fake love,

Intermittent lust has entangled you.

You are the purest aubade of divine morning,

Compatible with the rains of love,

Murmuring lullabies of honesty & charm.

Monsoon, being your partner-in-crime

Has rescued you from every hour of trepidation,

Every minute of fear in betrayal

And every second of restless destabilization.

Atlast, when you ran & embraced

The showers of love-drops,

The nature became more enthralling

With the giggles of black cloud & shy of green leaves

Making you an entirely desirable beauty

Made of the particles of loyalty, hope & love.