The Waters from Paradise

The rain fell from the heavens,

appearing magically, 

showing off its power with thunder;

so gentle, yet so devastating, 

closing the pool of sunlight, opening the oceans of thinking.


Still falling, cleansing the trees, tripping from the leaves; 

The gushing winds, making it feel like the stars falling,

the lightning, as if the promised land is calling, 

the water on the humanly land, merely crawling,

memories from the past, my mind recalling.

 

The darkness, lighting up my mind,

making it feel like heaven's sign;

The droplets refreshing my soul, 

wanting it to pour, for some time more,

endless magic happening, 

but in the end, the sky was blue again, 

for it was just the rain falling...


~ Guni 

(image source - Google Images)





 

 

 

Comments

  1. ShrishtiJune 8, 2021 at 9:53 PM

    This is very beautiful and very deep✨ Not everyone can understand the deeper meaning of this piece of writing. It has emotions hidden, you are a true artist❤✨

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  2. Kala MohanJune 8, 2021 at 10:49 PM

    Guni nice piece of weaving of words and very apt on day, as it's raining outside so I can relate and connect it too।। keep writing।।Love and Blessings
    Kala Mohan

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  3. UnknownJune 9, 2021 at 9:54 AM

    So beautifully written guni .Keep writing and keep going bro .



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