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Mice under a flower

Mouse under a flower painted by Ayushi Shah
Mice under a flower painted by Ayushi Shah

 

The Sun hid behind the dark grey clouds,

Its subdued rays spoke of a defeated battle against the Thunder-Goddess.

The nimbus threatened with a raging cloudburst and frightening lights.

While everyone scattered back to their promising shelter,

Two souls immersed in love, stood strong under a flower.

No blinding lights no roaring thunder could intimidate them.

Thunder laughed at the challenge imposed,

She poured harder and harder with every second.

“You shall fear me!”, She announced with ego held high.

However, with every downpour that came came harder,

The mice embraced each other stronger.

Their soul was one despite being different.

Her ego was bruised,

And try harder she must.

Finally the Thunder registered a feigning victory.

The deluge swept away two mice bodies,

For their soul had departed.

The Thunder laughed at her pseudo-win,

Never knowing the souls were United stronger than ever.

 

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Monsoon & me

We go back a long way, the two of us.

Our connection goes as back as my memory takes me;

It has stood the test of time immortal.

You taught me, then, to float paper boats

You teach me, now, to take refuge from burden called life.

I follow you to the core out and out,

For even now, amidst all the routinely hustle,

I sit by you sipping on a smoking hot coffee.

I lose myself in reminiscing memories of our past encounters

Each encounter so vivid and fresh as if it was just yesterday.

 Start of new school year, new friends, fresh beginnings.

Your healing prowess is like none other,

You wash away unforgetful regrets and daunting failures.

Selfishly, I keep devouring from you, all the strength and wisdom

Yet you don’t account for these kindness, not even a penny.

Likes of you never was, never will be.

So pure, so sincere, so Godly.

Easy as it is to lose in you, I need to get back to my hustle.

I shall be back, again with my simmering coffee.

Until then, I bid adieu.