Wednesday 17 April 2024

Thirst

The Summer's ache 

Poking in thirst, 

the monsoon's heart, to shake.

This undying need, 

wanting solace more than greed

Oh my darling clouds, 

just entwine,

Wrap up in dark dusk,

Hide that piercing sunshine,

Soak us in your pleasure, 

To know the mirth of 

rain beyond measure.



Art : Self, Acrylic on canvas 

Hope

The light of new 

With these 

florescent leaves few

Perched on branches, 

summer parched 

Leaving hope to bind 

with every watching eye 

that finds.