In the meanwhile
Dragonflies perch on the porch rails
The skies are loud and clear,
showering bouts of embalmed hopes.
Sloshed in last night’s pour,
Lousy white camelias dream in a riot of colors.
Belittled by its own belief system,
Cuckoo is waging a vocal war with her birdy buddies.
Bosomed with the delightful scent of steaming rice cakes
The wind flaps around like a child at a carnival.
Blissful and content, the puffy pair of eyes
Rhymes in sync with the nature.
-Radhika Retnam
In the meanwhile,
The phone chimes in my hands.
The day ahead and its dreaminess deceased in my fingertips.
In the meanwhile,
The skies pour down,
Showering bouts of embalmed hopes.
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