Young Writers Society

WIND

Carried away by the rustle of winds,

Buoyancy was invited in my heart’s core

There it hid the gloominess,

And made clouds of joy soar.

The wind knocked the trees

With vigorous strength and it’s powers

The flowers tried to combat the force, however,

At last they were scattered- the pitiable flowers.

The music of wind resonated in my heart

And it brought the pitter patter of the rain along,

The peacocks awaited the arrival

And the nightingale initiate sing a song.

My lips issued a rhythm

Packed with elements of joy,

The rain brought a smile top my visage

And allowed me to enjoy.

The wind triggered the tiny crystals to fall

And they landed on Earth with grace

It gave a rise to an appetite to be happy always

And the rain again brought a smile to my face.

IT IS UNDOUBTEDLY THE RAIN!

After so long,

After a prolong drought.

There fluttered the rain,

Making the farmers shout,

Making the people enjoy,

It’s the rain with no doubt.

It’s pouring in my heart!

See the men brim with joy,

See the birds quench their thirst,

See the blessed farmers enjoy.

The rain has brought a storm,

Yet see how they dance,

Looking so cool and warm.

Smiles it has brought-

Smiles that are unprecedented.

I know it because I’ve got.

Every drop, big or small,

That is clinging on to me,

Is making happy tears fall.The grass spread like a mattress,

So thick and green and wet,

The trees swayed and paid respect

To the sun, whom I’ve already met

The forest was big and fierce

And spread as far as I could see.

It accommodated wild creatures

And people who look just like me.

In a moment’s time

I was surrounded by a pack.

A pack of wolves with murderous eyes,

Who seemed ready to attack.

Neither I was convinced by their killing skills,

Nor by their hunting ability.

More they came closer to me,

The more I got scared of their unity.

Then there was a thunder

And the wolves were compelled to flee.

Was relieved and happy,

Until I spotted a lion behind a tree

I was flabbergasted and thought

That I could run easily.

But the lion was faster than I,

And the idea suddenly seemed silly.

I lay on the ground motionless.

It was a plan to appear dead.

The lion was disappointed,

And sniffed my body and my head

Soon, I checked it out,

And discovered that the lion was gone

I praised myself for my acting skills

And decided to move on

HATRED

The rain sharpened the smell of earth,

But I could only smell the aroma of negligence,

While I ambled along the untrodden path,

In a restless wood which appeared to be dense.

Hatred for the world reigned in my mind,

while resentment enveloped the surrounding air.

I headed forward because I didn’t loathe the presence of creatures,

for they had a reputation of flamboyance and flair.

Hatred wasn’t for the beloved creatures

That in the forest dwell,

Nor did they disliked my invasion,

And my intruding existence as well.

They demanded me to stay,

And asked me to continue to walk on,

I didn’t muse much and stayed merrily,

When I witnessed that the gloom was now gone.

SCEPTICAL EXISTENCE

The volcano erupted in my heart

The lava spread rapidly making a cause,

To destroy my inner frail beliefs,

And I became sceptical of who I was.

Clouds of ignorance soared overhead, Hope was in flames,

Darkness enveloped me completely, living or dying appeared just the same.

Who would dare to live in this state, which seemed more or less fake,

At that stage I wanted to sleep, and never wanted to wake!