The Statue

 

Statue immune to storm

while plants wither in silence

Her rusty stone heart bleeds

No Umbrella Please

Toss your umbrella away

and walk this way

With the rain, let us sway

 

We will feel the rain

Before it touches the ground

Be enamoured by its music

Its unending magic

and tap our feet

to its steady beat

 

We will glow in its beauty

Forget ourselves

and the world for sometime

Chosen Time

 

The queen of flowers

Unfolds her petals with a flourish

Open to the gentle warmth

Shying away from rain

She shivers from cold

Shrinking from winter

Also withering from summer

She seeks slight breeze

and longs for a mild sun

The early day is her chosen time

Heavy Torrents

As the city is besieged by heavy downpour,

I refuse to stand beside the window

and fly through the stairs

to the site of action

and get drenched trying

to capture the chilly rain

 

I get momentary blinded

by the forceful showers

I beckon to the shivering birds

to delight in the water

before seeking the shelter

of their nests

Anticipation and Acceptance

 

A small drop fell down hesitantly

looking for acceptance

and the reaction was intense

as hot sand coiled together

The sea halted its waves for a second

to listen to the distant thunder

Busy passers stopped midway

only to send up a soft prayer

and a girl jumped up in glee

preparing to dance with the heavy rainfall

Rain of Compassion

Child nurses sick bird

A boy sidesteps insects

Rain pours down

Just a Drop of Water

The parched land

The dried grass

And withered young leaves

Plead for a drop of rain

 

The thirsty bird looks up

And squeaks weakly

As the unwanted sun

Stares back, helpless

 

The flower’s upturned face

And open mouth

Long to taste

A drop of sweet water

Unrelenting Rain

The cold rain

Wakes the slumbering tree

And mighty birds flee

With noisy clamour

As people rush for shelter

Leaving tiny plants

To shiver the wrath of shower

The furious and unrelenting rain

Pours over every life, every structure

And withdraws in unexpected haste

Is it overcome by fatigue?

Or perhaps by sympathy?

As it waits for yet another day

To unleash its fury