Hues of soul

Darkness On this wet soggy morning  As the dark clouds  spread all over the sky still holding a deluge, Deep inside me Sorrow spreads  dark and heavy... As the night's rain water that the trees can't hold anymore drops through the leaves, Tears roll down my cheeks  that my eyes can't hold  anymore  Sometimes you can't help ... But, be thrown into the depths of despair, not a ray of hope visible... Sometimes you can't help ... But, be overpowered and chained by helplessness... Sometimes you can't help... But, be petrified by the surrounding darkness... Sometimes you can't help... But, sigh at the meaningless life... Sometimes you can't stop.... Just can't stop... The fountain of tears... Let it flow..flow...and flow.. Like the monsoon rains.... Preetha Raj

The Rain The trees had been dry, dull and dusty throughout the harsh summer.. As they wearily stand.. the clouds get darker, heralding the monsoon... 'The rain is coming soon ' The wind gently whispers... And then comes he rain  ... casting his spell all over.. Spellbound are the tiny grass and so are the mighty trees . Ohh! what an artful wizard he is!! even the strong and stubborn trees dance to his myriad tunes and rhythms.. They know he could get unruly at times cause havoc and  uproot them altogether.. Still they dance with maniacal fervour... Soon it's wet and green all over tender sprouts everywhere.. When the Sun shines again the lustrous greens glow, like girls brimming with love,   unable to conceal their blush.. The rain .. What a skillful wizard he is!! He casts his spell on human minds... Moods change as he moves his wand.. Sometimes pleasant, sometimes sad, Sometimes exuberant sometimes gloomy.. Though notoriously reckless, no one can eschew...

A Wounded Soul I am a wounded soul! wounded countless times . Some are healed.. Some still bleed.. and some still burn... Pain like an iron fist sqeezes and debilitates me... But.... You will never see me cry.. I possess the skill  to deflect my tears inwards  so that the saline stream  heal my bleeding heart.. I have learned... to cover my brokenness  in the veil of my smile.. I have acquired the technique  to smother my sobs with my songs.. I have mastered endurance... I know, time will blunt the sharp edges, making it easier to carry the pain along.. And then I would wear my scars  as badges of bravery... You'll never see me cry.. Preetha Raj

The River The river rippled incessantly  climbing over small rocks shattering on the bigger ones towards the mighty ocean The river rippled incessantly.. Sometimes muddy with sorrow Sometimes roaring like a maniac.. Sometimes as calm as a stoic breathing tiny rhythmic waves When the trees on the banks Shower flowers upon her She, with an alluring smile swaggers along her course.. And when the flirtatious wind roam around blowing and whistling She plays along naughtily  with her tantalizing laughs ... The stones and garbage  that were thrown onto her she kept them buried deep .. Enduring the abuse and never once looking back, the odyssey continues... Scarred, soiled or stained the river flows her course To flow is the essence  of her very existence..  To break and get lost into  the vastness of the ocean, the ultimate dream... Preetha Raj