No. One must be careful. Choose wisely. As though choosing what vial of medicine to administer to the weary, no, the dying. Each sentence that rolls through the tongue in the quiet, stormy, candle-lit room, a crafty portent- whispered to the winds of fate. And no going back after turning the page.
Tag: rain
Rainy Moonbeam
...milky melancholy glances around, have the stars kept you waiting? Come down, sweet moon, descend in glowing strides, I’ll stay awake with you... forget the stars and tides!
On a rainy day I sat to read…
In perfect unison did they drip- like the deft finger movements of a pianist playing a stormy sonata on th’ neighbouring roofs of tin …on that rainy day when I sat to read, by the window, with my tea…
Nimbus Fury
Dark clouds roll into the firmament, claiming a dark reign; pouring in their nimbus fury, a torrential bout of rain... © Isha Garg
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