DANCING IN THE RAIN

It was a gloomy day
And I was stuck inside!
The plants were having a rebirth
But my soul had almost died

And then I recollected this memory
Like this, it was a rainy day
It was a time that was good
When life was all okay

The drops were small at first
And you were beside me
We spread our arms, like the wings of the bird
We were now free

The drops grew bigger
They splattered on my face
And my heart rate rose
Like I had just won a race

And just like that,
We danced in the rain
It cleansed the ground
It washed away the pain

But now when I look outside
I see the ghosts of the past
And I hate that you're not by my side
We gave up on each other too fast

And so I went outside
But I was just standing in the rain
It cleansed the ground
But it didn't wash away my pain

Till you came and held my hand
Together we relived a moment that was gold
But I'm just glad that you were there
And I hope it's like that till we are old

FISH OUT OF WATER

THE LAMP IN THE DARK

Hey guys!! So I'm kind of obsessed with lamps and their flames in the dark. So this photograph, which I took, was inspired by this love!
The poem too was inspired by this becuase I just feel that light and dark are the best combination ever!! They make each other stand out!!

TO THE TIGER

Yes this is my drawing !! And a poem to go with it so enjoy!!

There was a time when I'd see you,

In a different place...I'd say,

In your natural habitat, and now

It hurts to see you this way.

I'd come there just to spot you,

I'd pray that you come out that day,

And now I just pray that you live,

And that you're not taken away.

You are a beautiful beast.

Your stripes catch my eye.

Your pride a source of inspiration,

It would hurt to see your spirit die.

People say the lion is the king of the jungle,

But what about this beauty...the tiger?

Is it just one of those that we kill...

To use its teeth and fur?

It's our national animal.

It's a sense of pride.

But now we can't spot them anymore.

Like they've gone to hide.

I used to see you among grasses green,

But now I see you in a cage.

The tamed beast they call you...

And it fills me with rage.

But later it will become worse,

You'll make a pretty picture in a book,

Your habitat... In the library,

Where people can only look.

And those who had spotted you before,

Will live to tell your sorry story,

And only then will you live up to your name,

And become that beast of glory.

So I want to ask you...

Do you have to die to live that life?

Do you have to give up everything,

And surrender to the knife?

I hope not, at least in your case.

I hope to walk on your sacred ground.

The one on which you make your mark,

As one of the most glorious beasts found.