When Mind Resonates

  Rendezvous after storm, When everything has flown away; And you stand as 'you', No glitters, no grooming; Just the bare 'you'! The storm seem to be in distant past; And the chronology disrupted, Memories broken and bizarre, Bitterness washed in the flood followed, The barren land re-emerging fertile, And the seedlings germinated, And now, has grown into a dense forest, That far and distant is the storm! Now, I stand under the shade Of the Gulmohar, still alone; But rain does pour,  Breeze does brush me as a fragrant kamini; Being alone seems better than that distant past… Tears did prick, trumpeting the emotional being in me! Though many things changed, There is something unchanged within me; Though unable I am to define it.

  The clouds were dark and heavy- Not pouring off but assimilating Overwhelming sweet pain; Suppressing the rain tears within! The green hill of trees, And the valley beneath, Awaited the shower of rain; As for them, rain is pour of love, Rather bursting of overwhelmed loneliness! I wondered of me being reflected, Yes, I was smiling, Though I was searching for 'me' And I was lost as if in dense woods; The pleasure of nature unconsumed, The insatiable me, unfound! I smiled, hoping for a breeze and a drizzle, It didn't… I walked alone with partial me! Mind wandering where I left the rest of me. It thundered, and lighting spread in the dark sky, Still, didn't rain!