New Year Rain

Another new year came in

Without knocking the door

As it replaced the old door

With its ever green touch

That refuses to die down

Despite the age catching up

Its glorious hands with change

That seamlessly marching on

Even as the astrologers immersing

Themselves in predicting the future

I looked at the bright sun and felt great

It’s the new-year sunshine, a great omen

A spirit that always drove me on in the past

To make new resolutions for the year ahead

And to try to make it happen at least for a day

Waking up from an unusual slumber

I heard the noise of battlewagon of the rain

As the wind smashed through the coconut trees

I sensed the raw fragrance of the barren earth

I wondered why it is raining on a new year’s day!

I wonder if this is the year to redefine the seasons

As now rain comes unprecedently and lasts for long

While the winter and summer plays hide and seek game

Though it ruined my day, it let me to get lazy once more

To slip down into the arms of music and raw thoughts

Rain has given me an excuse to stay clear from stress

Sometimes, embracing the idleness in company of rain

In the lonely den of this world is much better than being out

Venting out the stress at some hapless opponents somewhere

As rain brings pieces of peace inside its droplets to share with us

May be this rain is just a new-year gift from the sky to think

A path might unfold by holding the droplets in the heart

A reminder for the days to come, peace will lead the way

Wish you all a happy new year! 

Lonely duck

Afternoon blues tore up the rain clouds

To showcase the sky with its glowing arms

Sunshine put brakes on the erratic rain

Water logged roads remained lazy

To dry up in rhythm with the sun

Potholes in dilapidated roads

Shined as if its jewels

And it resembled ponds

A duck aloof from its herd

Amidst a deserted city street

Found the luxury to have a bath

Peacefully in one of the potholes

Swaying its wings, taking time at will

Without being bothered about anything

The pedestrians or odd vehicles passing by

It enjoyed the bath relying on natural instincts

Though, it had never seen its real habitat once

The fields and lakes where its predecessors

Swam the life at the pace of virgin nature

Born in hatcheries, it was walked through

The miles by the vendors from camps to camps

Without seeing any water stream all along the way

For it, roads are equivalent to the idyllic waterways

Forced to run around a plot filled with coconut trees

Lonely duck made friendships with the people and dogs

Strangers and vehicles don’t scare it anymore

As the parking lot brings countless of them everyday

It has buckets of water to gulp down its thirst

Occasional rains quench its innate urge to drench

 Though, swimming is impossible in its new home

There are no fishes and worms to hunt down

It’s Fed with the grains and human food

It is caged in the wave of space crunch

In the allay of city life It never wished

As it couldn’t fly away back to the nature