So forgetful of me?
yesterday night
I left the door ajar
the windows wide open–
slightest fear,
what if I fail to hear the doorbell
what if the cyclone makes other notes inaudible
the rains played a spoilsport
yesterday night,
they had a gala time fondling
cuddling the bare papers,
the blank pages kept on the table now feels soggy,
the inkpot must have
tumbled in the gusts
spilling blue ink everywhere
spoiling the barren sheets,
the teak wood table is soiled too
the quill still rolling near the door,
water still trickling from the
partly wet curtain’s rims,
the cane stool enjoying its
drenched bliss like a teenager
Rains, Unpredictable rains.
******
Thoughtful I watch
the morning breeze play
with the milky curtains
the floating orchids high up hurries
to reach their destination,
the storm left an imprint
inside my house
but the serene sun is caressing
the blue expanse,
the flocks are fluttering
singing songs of glee,
the bees are busy humming
seeking nectar of their
choicest blooms,
the flowers merrily tossing their crowns
when tickled by the flirty breeze,
Nature, true Magician.
*****
I wonder,
why the nights always witness storms
why the rains never reach me nor cleanse my salty eyes
why the bundle of papers that I had hoped to ink with my words now lay spoiled
why the windows and doors despite the bangs failed to awaken me
why it’s still roaring thunders inside while it’s sunny outside
Sigh! it’s easy to awaken a sleeping ear
but frightening, to arouse a dead heart!
Silence. Deafening silence!💚
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