The window side

The window side

I tried to write my feelings on a rainy night in the form of a poem. Maybe this sounds incomplete, that is because I fell asleep by the time I wrote the last line. Or maybe my thoughts went blank by the time I reached the last line.

As I lay my head on the bed
There is a window beside
Feeding me sounds from the side
A lot of emails still unread

The blinds are still closed
Sound of the rain drops penetrate
Making the poet in me levitate
Bringing visuals , with eyes closed

A thought strikes in time
As the leaves flutter
Deleting the mind’s clutter
I pen these lines in mime

But the thoughts continue to run
Of today, tomorrow and day after
Live through these moments with laughter
As each thought takes its own turn

Here is another poem of mine : In memory of a friend on Children’s Day