Weekend Art

Monsoon Rain

The droplets from heaven descend,

In unending streams of happiness,

And touch your honey velvet skin,

Starting fire with a soft sweet caress,

Your hair catch a few diamonds,

But your eyes outsparkle their brilliance,

As the bright red of your lips,

Slightly smudged, commanding a glance,

The silk embracing your body,

And accentuating the contours of bliss,

The monsoon rain a raging fire,

The cold breeze a passionate kiss.

First Shower of Love - A poem inspired by first rain of the season

The wetlands of my heart,
Fragranced with first rain,
Droplets dripping from the leaves,
Leaving a cool tickling sensation,
The breeze playing hide and seek,
Green hopes taking root in the soil,
Clouds of optimism on the horizon,
Shading from harsh sun of reality,
As I am drenched in the first shower of love.