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Interludes III

Friday it is, another week ends. The weekend starts. This makes little sense in lockdown, where all days are the same. It might bore some of you, depress a few, and for some, it’s sheer blankness to even figure out one is feeling inside. For all the lovely souls out there, a little inspiration to feel the balmy sun in a stark overcast too.

Value of sunshine in an overcast

Stay happy, stay motivated. Cheers !!!

Life: Time: Hope


poetry

Poetry Podcast- A Humble Existence

This is a poem about a bird who waits for the right ambiance to make love to her lover. A simple rainfall in the evening of a monsoon month of July.

A lover awaits for the union.

The Lines

There she sits in poignance,

On a dainty Gulmohar branch,

As she enjoys the lemony balmy sun,

On a monsoon mid-day of July,

She looks at the powder blue sky above,

And sings a soulful melody,

She waits in a vivid eagerness,

For the Prussian blue evening to arrive.

After a two-hour stay,

She welcomes the soothing breeze,

And the drops of pristine rainwater,

Fall down like a shower of love,

And they drench the earth in entirety,

Every leaf of the Gulmohar tree,

And the coy nightingale too.

And she retires to her nest,

With her mate, her lover,

After a dreamy dance of ecstasy,

Under the tranquil showers of bliss,

Bewitched by this mushy scenery,

They bloom together, into a beautiful unison,

Like soulmates for infinite lifetimes.

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Love: Nature: Lovers