The Lonely Bench

SI_20170605_153956

The tiny drops of clouds
Carrying the inverted image of the sky
Drip from the rain soaked fingertips
Bringing the misty taste of Heavens 

The lush green bushes
And the thirsty brown Earth
Sing the song of the wind
In the joy of the arrival of monsoons

The lonely bench in between
Awaits the two of us, trembling in the cold;
Wanting us to ease it up
With the warmth of our love and romance.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s