look out the window
when it rains,
drink in the scent
of the soil
after the first
shower of rain
hits the earth,
go to the kitchen,
make some pakoras,
just like the ones
mamma used to make,
take out
your dusty old radio
from the store room,
that you don't have
the need for
but
don't have
the heart
to get rid of,
listen to those
familiar tunes,
and melodies,
that bring back
memories,
let this moment
of tranquility
show you things
you failed to see
when you
were busy
chasing
the illusion
of purpose
you hoped
to find
in the monotony
of routine,
walk out the door,
stand under
the grey clouds,
and dance!
forget about
everything else
and dance!
dance like you
are the reason
flowers bloom
in spring,
because you are
and don't you forget it!
let your body
sway to the rythm
of raindrops falling,
let the cold wind
caress your face,
play with your hair,
cherish this moment,
this feeling,
this emotion,
because
it won't last forever.
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The Adventures We Never Had
PoetryLadies, gentleman and others, I coyly present to you my collection of poignant poems that sometimes fail to be even that. These poems will be unlike any other poems you've had the pleasure of reading, but then again, that can be said of every other...
