Micro Poetry #4

Pitter Patter

On the window sill

Slip and shatter

If you will

Tiny drops of water

Have your fill.

Hello lovely people!

Would you please be so kind as to tell me your interpretation of this piece in the comments sections down below? I went in a few different directions while writing it and would love to hear what you think! (Also, to validate my own thoughts but never mind me🙈.)

As always, thank your reading!

Love,

Varnika

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Why a Poet #6

Why do rains always put me in the mood to write?

(Not that I ever need an excuse!)

Probably because they always put me in the mood to read?

There is something to be said about the manner in which, in the middle of a seemingly mundane day, the clouds just burst open with an out pour, making us leave whatever we are doing and take notice. Take notice – and in doing so, get lost in something else entirely. It is like a break from all the pressures, responsibilities and headaches that are part and parcel of our daily lives. A welcome relief. Often, a much-needed respite.

That is how I view literature as. An escape in the midst of life. An escape into something livelier. Something larger than us, larger than life. Away from the din, far from the madding crowd, a world entirely unto itself. Words strung together in stories, reminiscing a plethora of different lives, times and places. Worlds spun into the beautiful rhythms of poetry, a promise of all that could be. Words entwined together in a song, unleashing the music of the soul.

I love dancing in the rain, it makes me live in willful abandon.

I love literature. It sets me free.

 

 

Thank you so much everyone for showering so much love on the ‘Why A Poet” series. I am beyond grateful. Looking forward to your views on this piece too. So, please don’t forget to leave your thoughts in the comments section down below.

As always, thank you so much for reading!

Love,

Varnika.

P.S. – To read the first five features in the “Why a Poet” series, please click on the links below:

  1. Why a Poet

  2. Why a Poet #2

3. Why a Poet #3

4. Why a Poet #4

5. Why a Poet #5

 

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When it rains, it pours

As the rain fell into the night
The sky shone with the brightest light.

Men scurried, their bodies firmly cloaked

Searched for shelter, as if they choked.

Tots’ young faces were gripped by gloom

For they wished to be amused in bloom.

The adults’ moods were also spoiled

For their plans were nothing but foiled. 

While the city was cold and its spirit was bleak

So was the forest but with a little tweak.

The elves came out dancing in the drizzle,

The fairies sparkled a different sort of mizzle,

The wizards shut their books and removed their hoods,

Even the witches smiled as douse covered the woods.

Oh! Of jolly and laughter the forest rang,

As goblins jumped and pixies sang.

Even the wise sages of old,

Were amazed as dwarves  forsake their gold.

The hour of closure began to impend.

That’s when the angels began to descend.

As the sky shone in the brightest light

And the rain poured into the night.


This poem is by my dear friend Achintya Rajimwale (edited slightly by me) and I couldn’t be more proud sharing it with you. Please leave your thoughts and comments down below, we’d be happy to get a feedback. Thank you for reading!

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