The smell of petrichor awakens me from the slumber awaking my soul that forgot dreaming. It brought to me the odour of the body of a rain-soaked girl who dared to dream. I saw her dancing again wearing the smell of rain awaking her lost dreams. (This post is a part of BlogchatterA2Z Challenge 2026) (This poem…

In the early morning hour when the dawn was rising from behind the horizon I heard the whisper of waves telling me the secrets of music that mingled with the sea, The roars of waves seemed like the resonance of the Ustaad’s song Who is singing Sitting under the sea. (This post is a part…

I tried to hear the sound of nature. I went to the terrace and looked around. A Bulbul was singing the melody of the monsoon. A frog was croaking in the nearby pond. The fine drizzle of rain was making a sweet sound in our garden. But when I closed my eyes and tried to…

The rustling sound of leaves tell me that you’re here with me, that you have been walking with me, In a parallel timeline On the parallel paths. But I can’t touch you; You’ve been so far Twinking beside the evening star But I can feel your presence around me; I hear your footsteps in the…