The Rain in my heart

My heart becomes heavy with sorrow,

threatens to burst and spill its contents,

like the clouds,

wearing their dark cloaks before they rain.

The thunders strike the dark blue sky,

so does the pain sting through my heart.

The tears quietly sneak up to the corners of the eyes,

and trickle down the cheeks,

only to fall to the earth like the silent drizzling of rain.

Tears fall incessantly,

Anew with passion and fury,

emotions become violent,

as the drizzle grows into a rainstorm.

The clear stream of reason,

Then flows through the tears into the heart.

And realization overcomes the misery,

like an iridescent arc.

Behind the clouds,

then rises the sun,

And a band of colours break through,

winning over the shades of dreary grey and blue.

So does the pain escape my heart,

Stinging and vexing,

Breaking and making.

 

 

 

Flowers in Spring

 

Spring arrived in my garden,

I welcome the colours,

the flowers, the trees.

The marigolds quietly bloom in the corner,

the geraniums grow gorgeous by the day.

The daffodils smile up at me happily.

The tulips look like elegant ladies,

in their gowns of red and green,

and the flirtatious lilies charm me effortlessly.

Subtle fragrances sail in the air,

and my heart sails away with them.

The Song of the Bird

The Song of the Bird

I would spread my wings and fly high,

scale the mountains and race the sky,

in search of the horizon, I would fly,

past rushing rivers and mirroring lochs,

into the heavenly sky.

Yet, I long in vain for those boundless, faraway heights,

for there is melancholy in the sky,

and sorrow in the winds.

In the confines of the golden bars,

I take a glimpse at the world outside,

and beg for freedom.

I have forgotten how I serenaded the sky,

and drank water from gurgling brooks

Only sorrowful notes escape my lungs now.

I lament and yearn, day and night,

to soar freely once again,

towards the limitless, blue skies.

Blue tranquility

The quiet lake mirrored the sky,
as the shades of azure filled me with life.
Everything was still,
and perhaps, time as well.

And my heart filled with tranquility.

 

 

A Dose of Intrigue

I am a budding writer, and I would really appreciate everyone’s views about my very first mystery story.

Introduction:  First part of story is set in Delhi, India, and I am a teenage boy. The detective is my older cousin, and …..well I won’t reveal any more than that. Hope you would enjoy the story !

Chapter 1

I was relishing cool, pink watermelon juice on my verandah, the hot loo of Delhi hitting my face. The temperatures were a record-breaking forty seven degree celsius. The commotion of cars, autos and buses were audible from where I sat.

Robin, my cousin, was coming for lunch today and I eagerly waited for him. He was nine years older to me, yet, he was my closest brother.

 Ma had prepared delicious food, and the aromatic smells issuing from the kitchen made my stomach rumble in hunger.  My dog, Zeno, was sprawled peacefully by my side. As I was stroking him, he sat up abruptly, his ears cocked. I thought Robin had arrived, and turned to look at the gate.

A tall, moustached man had entered, wearing dark sunglasses and was walking towards the house. I went inside and informed Father that a man had arrived. He went out.

I sat down to watch the tv show he was watching. Pandit Jasraj was singing raag Bihag, his eyes shut, as if he willed desperately to be part of the song and float away with its tune.

After a few moments, I heard loud laughter from the veranda, and went to see what was happening. Father was sitting with a glass of pink watermelon juice in his hand, and Robin was sitting by his side sipping the pink liquid.

I hurried to the veranda, where I was greeted by Robin. He was a tall, fair man, had sharp features, complimented with jet-black hair and was in his mid-twenties. His deep voice rang out-

‘How are you Roy? Keeping very busy nowadays ?’ he smiled.

‘Very good, thank you. And how do you know that I have been busy ?’, I asked curiously.

‘ Your nails are overgrown, your fingers are blotchy, your hair overgrown and untidy, and there are dark bags under your eyes.’

‘Yes, of course.’, I replied, laughing.

‘By the way, Father’, I said remembering the man who came earlier. ‘Who was that man in dark glasses ?’.

To my annoyance, everyone started laughing. I looked around at them questioningly. Father stifled another bout of laughter and said –

“ It was Robin, he was disguised as that man!”

This time even I laughed for I knew Robin’s eccentric ways. After everyone had calmed, I looked at him and asked –

‘But why were you disguised, Robin ?’

‘ So that some people don’t recognize me’, he replied.

 I was about to probe further when Father announced that we should have lunch. I stood up and went with everyone for lunch.

But my young mind had already interpreted the true meaning of the events.

I had come to know about Robin’s profession about two years ago. He was a private investigator. And I had been insisting to go along with him on a case ever since.  I was waiting to ask more, and perhaps convince him to do so. But the sudden ringing of Robin’s mobile phone interrupted my chain of thoughts.

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