City skyline
Dotted by grim concrete
And the grey tar and metal
filling the space between
But there's a scent of rain in the air
And the city is no more
an uninspiring picture
Painted in monotonous shades
Of routines of sorts
There's some green off the railway tracks
And colours clashing in spray
Of dripping umbrellas
Going this way and that on the sidewalks
The skies are a reel in motion
Grey clouds seem to be moving low with a frowning threat
While white rather subtle in their intentions
Skip the anger higher above
But closer into an urban life
Rains are a break from the routine
That is gnawing away at the spirit of their impulse
The water pouring down
Helplessly to the destination where gravity intends
Touches lives of thousands on its way
Giving life to the weakening sense of adventure in their souls
The quiet girl
Walking down the street
Embraces the celestial gift
Giving her rationality a rest
As she goes walking in the rain
With every drop
that slithers off her skin
Letting the fears of conformity
Wash away
With fallen waters
Rolling off into drains
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Dear Diary
Poetry"I was so busy living in thoughts that when life was actually happening it struck so odd" This is a series of miscellaneous poem about nature, adventure, love, friendship, self identity, memories, hope, road trips and still more :)! P.S : do commen...
