Yesterday while walking in the rain and strong winds, my umbrella blew in the wind direction. It was crazy and I laughed like crazy. At that time a teenager was walking alongside. He also started laughing. It was all laughter. Yet my fingers were numb due to the cold weather and icy wind. I was struggling with my umbrella while trying to straighten it. And then I saw the same youngster coming towards me. He was still laughing. He took my umbrella and pointed it along with the wind direction and the umbrella looked like an umbrella once again. He again laughed while I thanked him. I was thankful indeed. This small incident filled my heart with warmth for the people of this beautiful country.
Somewhere deep
the fear clamours
to be set free
but vague is the shield
to hide behind
see that’s what is art
and the poetry
not a gift of gab
but just a sheer veil
that hides the face of fear
Shine and rise
while the sun shines
while the fingers tap the keyboard
and give out that dearest sound
while the pulse races
and the brain weaves the stories of hope
while the adrenaline still gets to flow
I am so I
isn’t that what troubles you?
if I become you
won’t you still be troubled?
Deepsh27 