By Aparajita Vaid
You know what inspires me?
It’s the rain.
A Fragile water droplet
Falling on my forehead
Gently caressing down my cheek
Travelling across my neck
Shivers spreading through my chest
The thunderous winds
Ravenous noises, voices which
Take me to a higher space
Of raw, plane existence
Surrounded by falling trees
Broken twigs and dainty leaves
Telling me to write
To explore, to paint
The wonders that lay
Inside my mind
Of past memories
And persisting pain
Like the continuous flow of water
Of flushing rivers and stranded lakes
My thoughts and words must
Continually flow, rapidly, with energy
Rather they lay, static, unexplored
Like the yellowed leaf under the scorched creek
As the droplet reaches my legs
Circling its way to my feet
Giving me butterflies, like my first love did
Alas it took me back to love
Love, pain, separation
So much to write.
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