About the rain

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The more she kept looking at
Those clouds
The longer it took her
To identify
And name the shapes
They formed together
The slow wind
Wasn’t strong enough
Those differently colored clouds
Mostly grey
Wandered beneath the pale sky
In a subtle way

Thoughts about
The immenseness of the universe
Were dismayed
The sounds
Surprisingly quite and how
When it’s loud outside
And everything’s not the way
They were before
Remembering the childhood
In to reality
Tasting the breeze
To existence
And there was silence
In the darkness
That once covered her thoughts
Soon the early drops
Started falling from the sky

“I feel like,
I should drop everything,
That worries me
And just walk,
Along the beautiful road.”
“It’ll be peaceful and
I’ll be happy for no reason.”

This was all about the rain
As she told me


Mornings of blue


Long stares
At the coffee mug
From a distance
How it holds itself
On the desk
Alongside the poetry books
With crumbled edges
And faint covers
Doing what it’s
Meant to do
With ease.
A whirlwind
Coming from within,
Or just another form
Of it’s being,
As if it’s trying
To escape
Towards the larger void.
A thin white string
Of aroma
To the air,
In an effort
To lose its made-up self
To calm itself down
And to come to a stage
Of it’s own
And be
What it’s meant to be.
After all
What’s more substantial
Than being
And leave a stain
On the desk,
As if it knows
All the rules of the universe.