She has a vintage soul,
Full of rusty and dusty memories,
With the antique eyes
That seen some terrible events,
Her beauty reflects
the Victorian epoch,
Her wisdom is such sterling that
Vanquish the wisdom of Socrates,
But the fate and destiny
Leads her in the 21st century,
She feels like an alien
Who lives in a stranger place
But for her comfort in this world,
She has her books and a coffee mug.

–Humaira

I'm a traveller,
I travel through this universe,
14 billion years ago,
When the big bang happened,
My atoms were burning,
Somewhere, in a distant star or galaxy,
I was roaming freely in universe,
For so many years,
I was orbiting the sun,
Floating in the cosmos,
Diving in the sea of hydrogen,
Sailing towards my destination,
Drifting alone, witnessed the infinity,
My compound eye
Was seeing the colors of the universe,
I saw the formation of the
different celestial bodies
The sun, the moon, the stars
And all of the galaxies,
I saw everything
It's my universe,
diverse and colourful.
I'm it's eternal part,
It's incomplete without me

Today, the sky is ready
to shed all the veils
And undress
all it's beauty.
All these dark clouds
are prepare to
pouring down
the massive drops.

The flowers, trees
and Mother Earth
silently buzzing,
Singing sweet melody
and welcoming the
Monsoon rain.

Here I'm sitting
in my room,
holding my book
in my hand,
feeling all the
richness of rain,
gently patting
the rooftop,
As the drops of rain
Sliding down on
my room's window,
my soul is start healing.
The rain is always
therapeutic for me.

Rains are not only a blessing
But a real magic.

–Humaira