Wrath of nature

Dam in her soul broke. 

Trees, homes, roads, awash like twigs, 

waves decimating.

Is nature angry? 

Rivers, a blazing fury. 

Mankind stands humbled.

Welfare unto all 

Rab rakha 

The rivulet

Overcast day, the sky weeps hard. 

Trickling rivulet beyond yard,

gathers all tears, glistens like shard. 

Wild, raw and impassioned freedom.

Linking with Ronovan Writes

Welfare unto all 

Rab rakha 

Teatime

Aesthetic incense,

therapeutic elixir. 

Charm of monsoon tea.

Invigorating downpour,

Sweet, spicy, conversations.

Linking with #TankaTuesday

Welfare unto all 

Rab rakha 

Desires

Amateur desires.
Young. Naïve. Pure.
Tugging at an equally amateur heart.
Irresistible impulses.
Tantalizing lure.
Of the brimming chalice.
The pulsating life.
The fragile fragments.
The simmering smoldering embers.
The quivering moon.
The yearning, the longing for monsoons.
The savory flavors lilting at the lips,
their taste lingering.
Till long after.

Linking with Sammi Cox Weekend Writing Prompt #116 : amateur 

Monsoon mayhem

"It will keep drizzling as long as you keep snuggling".
"Let's wreck havoc then!", she said as she cozied against him.
Outside, the drizzle turned to torrents.

The Tease

A tiny drop, resting for a while, on your bare shoulder
And then travelling down your soft and supple arm
Leaving behind a moist trail
And a growing rivulet of unsaid desires.
Oh! The burning ache of the pleasure
Allowed to that aqueous pearl.
And as if I wasn't ablaze already,
Another bead followed the lead
Melting teasingly over the undraped cutis.
One more and yet another, until they poured torrentially
Enveloping you in their bedewed embrace.
The sun relenting,
Cedeing to the enticing invitation of
The first showers of monsoon.