Raindrops

As the rain falls down,

And drenches me,

I just realise,

My own dreams

Have been long denied

Can’t you see-

They’re washed away

As the rain falls down

As the rain falls down,

And tells me now,

A longer way,

A harder time

Wishes never come alive

Oh! They’re just

Splashed away,

As the rain falls down

As the rain falls down,

The blue fades away,

Into gray,

I can only say,

It’s wasted away,

The hidden dreams

As the rain falls down

As the rain falls down,

I search my way-

To see the sun,

Peek through clouds,

To set adrift all

My hopes,

Just to play around

As the rain falls down

As the rain falls down,

I open my way,

I just realised,

It comes to life,

The colour green,

I finally see,

The end of the path

As the rain falls,

As the rain falls,

As the rain falls...down.

I know that it has been incredibly long since i wrote something here...
I initially started this page to soothe my creative dreams.
But I dream for my poems to be known.
Even if i cannot compare my works to truly inspiring pieces of art, i still have pride that i wrote something...
So i have finally mustered the courage to open my page for my friends.

I am posting poems that i have penned..some ages old, some a day old.
I am also going to post all those wandering wisps of imagination that make no sense..
Hopefully, it will be something good enough.
There may be poems that i have submitted to my school and college magazines, so if you have any comments to share please do...

Hoping that i would receive positive reviews on future posts...
Shilpa

Dare to dream

It takes nothing to dream.

It takes everything to hold on to it.

In the deepest depths of sleep you see what you want to be and it takes your whole strength to remember what it is that you want to be.

It's so easy to simply forget. To leave behind that one wish.

It is too easy to simply let go of that dream, of that hope.

Yet when you shed tears that you lost your way, this dream of yours arises to mind.

The sun arising from the darkest of nights.

The dreams that you see when eyes are awake, they show you what you yearn.

The ache reminds you-you have a reason to live.

This dream, this longing is what keeps you going. 

So i constantly ask myself : Do you dare to dream?

Whispered Dreams

The streets keep gleaming,

I can feel the ghosts cheering

The sounds that can be heard,

Echo in the ear

Dripping, dropping, swishing, slashing

Life keeps still as calm

Thrum of strings

Be faintly heard, and

Disappear into the night

Hopes belong to loves lost long

Breaths of life fill the air

As minds open; Souls unwrap

The sweetest dreams unsung

The winds blow and shadows flow,

Warmth is held within yourself

See, beauties of night

My joy cannot be held

In a faint smile, a lovely beat

Eyes go past the glass as

Fires up a wish-a hopeful one

Make it true, make it true

I lock in my heart-a hope intact,

And close my eyes to dream

Dreams I dream so colourful,
That whispers through the night

Monsoon Memories: A note

The rain brings out the poet in any one of us.
The dripping sounds, the quiet and muffled whispers, the damp moods.
The raindrops flow gently, creating streams, so much like silent tears.


Not this time.


The wind flew fiercely. The rain splattered all over. The thunder left the world shaking in silence.
Perhaps in fear, maybe respect.


I still remember the day, as clear as yesterday.
The poem I wrote so many years ago still makes me remember.


I have always heard about how words impact one's heart.
Today, I realized that.
I read these words, and still remember the frightful thunder, the blinding flashes of light, and the howls of the wind.
Yet what I remember the most is not the Storm itself.
It was the silence that followed. The world became so still... So very still.
In that stillness I relived the words that I had jotted.
I closed the book, kept it away.
In the morning, it was taken away.
It lay, forgotten, with the numerous books I kept.


Today, I take it out with the same pride I had when I removed the dusty first edition of a well-read, well-loved book from my shelf simply to rub my hand over the beautiful lettering on the cover.