Lines Written In July

This odorous morn as the heart sighs

I think of you.

Aren’t you the precious ephemeral dew

Kissing the blades of the grass in the meadow

Or mayhaps the fleeting shadow

That belongs to me,

On days when clouds rush past the sun.

A thought of you,

Sometimes is the drug that heals,

Sometimes is the poison that kills

Sometimes… it’s the fire which burns

Creates a lot of noise, petrifies the soul

Sometimes, like the raindrops,

Creates the aura of love

Fragrant, as the rain drenched earth

Soothing the agony it brought.

Rain…

Just like the rain

You infuse the joy of living into me

You hold my heart 
As I paint the pictures with words

Just like the rain…

Drowning the chaos all around

Your presence lights up my essence.