Nishas world and baby Alisha

Embraced by endurance(metaphoric)- ©Nisha

There’s too much to endure in silence
Or harbour in deep remorse
Your developing interest elsewhere
Rocked my boat off its coast

Your once, cascading sunlight
Engraved my soul in scars
Butterflies flee out of me in seconds
Dousing all the kindled embers

My relentless misty salted tears
Gush out as if in a spree
I’m lying into a pool of crimson red
Washing myself, from me…

Nothing seems right
Your actions speak deceit
Your words conflict
Half way, through...
I can see nothing new
Sparks of hope from a lit pyre
Seem dieing up in the air
Something unusual occurs...
Too much to endure
I see you weren’t
The one i envision
Who fancys he a warrior....

A few lines from a poem i had written last year :)

Its too disheartening today as the rains have washed away my plans of going out as always, and to make matters worse i was down with fever but thanks to god it was just mild fever and i was okay by evening. But why do the rains always wash away my excitement and happiness instead of my tears when i depend on it for survival... this way i always leave things undone by the end of the day. Its not that i hate the rains bu but i dislike anything which spoils my plans ;)

I penned down this poem to lift my own spirits and for all of you who are enjoying the rains and deem it a blessing in disguise. Let me know what you think about my poem, and your suggestions are welcome :)

Its raining a beautiful song of spring

Its raining, i see a rainbow for me, awaits
crystal droplets pour from the heavens gates
the orchids, roses, grass beds are glistering
the blossomed scene, a dancing me, reminiscing

Its raining, i feel the warmth of the sun
its leakage of rays, in golden shower has begun
darling buds of may, my deep anticipation
the gentle breeze ignites my tender passion

Its raining, i hear wind chimes in the distance
buzzing bees, butterflies, the pleasures immense
coupled birds of paradise join me in chorus
serene and mellow, some lyrics so melodious

Its raining, i smell the crisp earths crust
the nurturing grass lands, the breeze airiest
crushed out of flowers in spring that bloom
the essence, the fragrance of rich perfume

Its raining, never have i savored, so tantalizing
a scrumptiously prepared meal of picturesque spring
ingredients of crystals, rainbows, sun rays and ecstasy
blended with fragrance, bees and blossoms in serenity