An odyssey of the zephyr and the pebble

Cascades of thoughts, journeys and patience there were, As, like a pebble, I incessantly kept rolling and rolling. Instinct told me these wouldn’t be forever. First the petrichor. Then a zephyr. I started going Thither it went. Through webs and vicissitudes, The zephyr and the pebble. And my, did those cascades Find their ocean, arriving …

Beautiful All The Same.

The gentle breeze on this cool June night Somewhat soothes my burning self as I recollect how I wept Earlier this afternoon; heaving deep choking breaths With tears cascading down from the ocean That's red with all the seamless effort. I now smell petrichor, rather many times imagine it, Just as I imagine my angel …

Gettin’ Drench’d In The Rain

With searching eyes and listening ears, mouthing a silent cry, Obliviously, I was hiding behind a big frond Waiting for someone to come by. Wandering, of which I'm so fond, I was when I got lost; and slowly, very slowly It got dark, and darker, till I wrapp'd myself in a mantle of melancholy. For …

Angel

Sitting by the window and looking at the lake On a chilly May night, As the zephyr makes the ripples and birds the chirps, And as the cricket goes about its routine, My thoughts bury me into a guilt, One which haunts me every minute, Like the sound of the train does On a night as …