28 Sept 2010

Rain an ally






It’s raining as if it’s my tears,
It’s chilling just like my blood,
As the rage melted down like ice,
I find myself in an oasis of tranquility,
I can see the desert lasting countless miles,
It’s daunting, but I have to walk through it,
Until I find another oasis of peace and relief,
I just wish to drench in this rain until it ends,
I wish to enjoy the fragrance of the soil,
As sun will dry up the air and soil soon
The winds will conquer with roaring noise
To make the desert a haunted zone
As it has been for those souls
Who left behind those skeletons
 On top of the golden sand
Only a few survived their journey
Reaching their destiny through this path
I believe, I could emulate them  
I do not know when it will rain again
But, I hope to reach my destination
In company of my beloved rain
As it always joins my happiness
Somehow from nowhere
It drains away my weariness
With its rhythm and beauty
Quenching the thirst of soul
To taste the drops of relief



Rain


                                     
                                        
                                            Reliefful     Answer     In             Necessity

                                       Raging       Anger       Instilling     Nightmare

                                 Romantic    Art          Igniting         Naughtiness 


                            Rustic      Anthem    Illuminating   Night















This is an experimental poetry,with importance to the visual arrangement of words.I'm fed up, blogger is acting wierd.The published arrangement looks very contrasting to the one i had with me in msword.
Images courtesy : spamula & bombadilpublishing

Tears and smile







Tears is a veil that covers the smile,

Until it dries out in tandem with time.

Smile emerges from anxious shadows,

Like the shiny sun after a heavy rainfall.

Tears is a nod in the cycle of happiness.

Every drop of tears pray for redemption,

Every smile pray for its own longevity.

Tears and smile swap places at will,

Anywhere, when least expected.

Life without them is just robotic! 




Images thanks to : worshippingchristian medimanage

25 Sept 2010

Kerala






















Kingdoms of cultures
Entwined in perfect harmony
Reached out to the continents  
Anchored by spices and resources  
Land of hills, beaches, backwaters
Adorable paradise like a romantic girl








Kerala





















God’s own country
Elated by the hills
Serened by backwaters 
Breezed by the beaches
Covered with blanket of greenery