Amateur scribbles

Dusty clouds like an ignorance, Envelops our mind thin or thick. Only wind to clear away, are the prayers invoking the almighty. So as the prayers on the radio, enlivens our heart and mind. Wiping dirts of defilements, Cleanse as a ladle of water. Just as the rays kissing the curtains, Warmth of happiness abounds in the heart. Like a flute played by an orphan cowboy, melodious does a bird on the tree chirps. While the mind is happy and empty, every sight is splendid so is every sound soothing.

Rain is falling outside, Noise I could hear from inside. I forgot my umbrella at the office, Grounded and my running late. Leaves are rustling , a shower after this long winter. Grasses and the roads are wet, They have been dry and dusty for long. Freshness has begun and lushness is back. The parrots are making its flight, wet and away from the corn fields. Little droplets sliding down the petals, of the roses heralding the onset of a spring.