Rinsing.

Drenched in the rain,
I soak the consoling drops,
And let the pristine water
Heal my wounds.
The water trickles down my face,
Caressing me, penetrating my soul,
Reaching my hurts, and treating the same.
Mother nature envelops me,
Like a child in mother's womb.
The thundering of the clouds,
Tries to shoo away the monsters of the world.
I lie there, with my eyes closed,
Thinking of the place I belong to,
And searching the reason, why I got stuck here...
Not able to stand the burden of my own thoughts,
I give up, and
Pass away into a deep sleep.

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SOUNDS OF THE NIGHT.

A critter creating a sound like a record struck on same note...

The momentary sound of a lonely soul dances on the silence of the night when the nepali watchman hums a song in his mother toungue. Not being able to decipher what the song means, I choose to cherish the melody, sweet as honey...

Far, in the distant, the train is running on the endless track, and whistling as it rushes towards its destination...

The clock, ticking in the background, brings me back to the room. The second's hand, though smallest in terms of units of time but works the hardest...

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Blog Blah_blah.: Day 9 - I for inspiration.

Blog Blah_blah.: Day 9 - I for inspiration.
nice poetry :)