I pulled a chair into the balcony, it had been raining since morning, at times a cloud burst and bought in a fury of water, thundering and rumbling and then so, it drizzled and poured, like a woman unable to make up her mind, leering at the pastry counter and weighing whom she loved more, chocolate or butterscotch, yet ultimately taking two of each.
For most part of the day, there wasn’t any electricity, so me and an empty house, the rains, rhythmic melody of tip tap and fragrance, grey skies and lush green trees, tiny rivulets running down the length of my arms and pools of water in the grasp of my palms, trying to win endless battles against the laws of fluid dynamics.
Making myself a cup of coffee, a book and a pillow plonked on my lap, I wondered how long it had been since I felt at peace, no internet pulling you into the virtual world, no television screaming at the top of its lungs, no soul to put a brake on the train of your thoughts.
If I could, I would buy myself a piece of the sky to lie under,
A little place in the forest, where its scent rubs off on you,
And if you were really quiet, you could listen to your heartbeat.
Shut your eyes and disappear underneath a sky full of stars,
Watch the mountains from afar,
Let the rain seep into the pores of my skin,
Spend hours making constellations, and guessing shapes of the clouds.
An invisible corner in the middle of nowhere,
For when thoughts burden your shoulders and make your head feel heavy,
To take a pause from time.
Walk away from the mess,
Paint your nails red, the leaves pink,
Carve love on the barks of trees.
Wait for the waves to bring back what was once yours,
And the wind to take you, to where you truly belong.