I hear the sound of rains
once when I woke up
continues till the time
with a gentle pour,
not very harsh
nor anyway light.
I am unable to see the bright
cheerful sun as like every day
a seemingly dark light
focuses on the exterior
the intensity being very thick
lights have to be switched
on to the full to increase visibility.
Remaining inside listening
to the noise of the rains
I could find nothing
better than lie on the bed
staring at the ceiling
while my mind travels
across the continents.
traversing mountains and seas,
experiencing the time zones
interacting with people
of varied cultures, a vivid
show the mind extends
being a powerful distractor
of the reality in encompassed virtues.
Meenas Poems 