Beautiful Summer Rain
in Haiku
Rain danced on tin roof
Play acoustic rhythm and blues
Makes my heart dance too
I am at central university pursuing my research in the field of Biotechnology. Writing down poems and short stories have always been my passion since school days for it helped me to express my feelings which sometimes I find hard to tell. Though a research life is quite hectic, whatever time I have back home, I engage myself in putting down the thoughts in form of poetries. Writing poetries always excites me and helps me feel better especially at times when things really make me feel low. I have already published over a hundred poems in some reputed online journals. Family Friend forum has given me an opportunity to share my thoughts with readers and poets from different parts of the world.
The crackles of charcoals fill a space of a dimly lit room.
An ambience wearing a warm perfume of white fumes.
The slowly permeating cold tickling inside the clothed skin.
The silent winter cold has once again dropped in.
The quite shy finger digits peeping through the pocket.
Flexing hard to keep it open, the droopy-eyed socket.
The little mouth piping out rainless clouds turns a little foggy.
The thoughtless psyche entangle within contours of the rigid body.
in Haiku
Rain danced on tin roof
Play acoustic rhythm and blues
Makes my heart dance too
Yeah, I can hear it too. I grew up in the South East, in a tin roofed house. During late spring and early summer, it would rain a lot and my grandmother, who raised me, loved the sound of the...
Bees nudged the flowers
Babies peeped out of the nest
One fine crisp morning.
in Mother Poems
M-My life would be a mess without you.
O-Of many sacrifices, I can remember you made and ever do.
T-The selfless love and kindness is an abundant blessing.
H-Heart of yours as beautiful as the view of a sun rising.