Monsoon Story...

After observing,

condition of earth,

God felt sad…

Because trees on earth were dirty,

and thirsty.

They haven’t taken bath for long,

Scorching sun... made them pale.

Then god called  Rain,

To demand an explanation,

on deteriorating condition of earth,

Rain made an excuse

She said, “I was ready

but I didn’t  get  signal

To go ahead”.

God said to rain 

“Now you are mature 

And can feel the pain- of earth,

No need to wait for a signal

And don’t play this blame game”

I  am reserving a special season for you

Where only you will play your game

You can start your season from the month

Of June,

People will lovingly call you,

Here comes monsoon!

            ~Mithlash Jha~

Image courtesy: Google.

I love You..

                                               

I think...

something happened,

there in the sky.

Wind got angry and warm,

and broke all her norms,

converted  herself- a big thunderstrom,

It was roaring like, lion in the forest.

Sun was wise,

He kept himself aside.

It was dark all around,

Thunderstorm and lightning...

It was nothing but frightening!

Just to ease;  thunderstorm pain,

And to persuade her, God sent her best friend-  beautiful rain!

Rain persuaded her long,

And said, you kindly stop

And let me sing a song.

It was my mistake,

And I was entirely wrong.

Its Ok, you didn't like my view,

But the fact is that,

I Love You...

                ~M.J

P.S.: Since yesterday evening the Delhi weather is so cool and  pleasing..I am loving it:)

My Hope..

                                        

I don’t  care,

perception of other,

leave me alone

and let me suffer.

Seed of my creativity,

waiting for rain

till then...

let me have pain.

I will paint my life,

using the color of rainbow,

Till then...

let it be Black & White.

I am not in haste

will not compromise

till I get,

The treasure of my life.

Death may come,

and kiss me anytime

so what,  if God wants so

I won’t mind…

                ~M.J

O Rain!

O Rain! O Rain!

Without my permission,

You always,

Take away my pain.

Who composed,

your music?

who sent,

you  down?

I always wonder,

and always frown.

You purify everything,

from your touch,

give a seed,

a new birth.

I always, lift my head,

towards the sky,

but your drop,

compel me,

to close my eye.

Everyone enjoy you,

and forget  their strain,

without my permission

you always take away my pain..

                ~M.J.

On this chilling winter in New Delhi I am missing  Rain- Is anything wrong with me?