Monsoon Mullings

Monsoon Mullings

The rains have come
Dripping into the night
One could feel their cool smoothness
Lulled to sleep by the rhythmic pitter patter

A burst of bright orange
Lit the skies
And in an instant
It flooded the horizon
The streaks of red and purple
Painting a palette among the clouds

The chirping rose to a stealthily pace
The day's back-breaking work ensued
Coffee in tiffin mugs were passed around
The whole earth still clad in the dew of last night

I strode to our usual pond
A pebble marred my reflection in the waters
Water gliders skid smoothly across
My head still has lingering thoughts

Of pain
Of gain
Of worldly matters
Of unworldly dreams

I sunk my feet into the cool mud
And let the fresh dawn air wash upon me
I seek solace
Knowing you are always here
Somewhere, not lost.

Jamaline C.
True believer of the art of loving yourself. Jamaline sees people in all walks of life coping with difficulties as her profession.

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